Rainbow Six - JPEGMAFIA

Cunty

Cunty

Cunty

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Pull up on yo block with the pistol

Slap you up nigga little boy just dismiss you

I don’t give a fuck right punch its official

I don’t give a shit little nigga you need tissue

For your fucking face

Cause it’s full of the blood

Blood Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody Blood

Smack you fucking up

Nigga I take a stub

Grab you fucking up nigga

Put you in the trunk

Vertically nigga I take you to the dump

Me nigga I —

What you niggas want!

Got that thang in the trunk!

What you niggas need!

Pills

Crack

Coke

Weed

I don’t wanna hit em with the K (Lord forgive me I’m sorry!)

I don’t wanna hit em with the K (Hit em all in the body!)

I’ma have to go and be the bad man

Baby I’ma put him in his place

I’ma have to do it to you baby (I just caught another body!)

I’ma have to give him something 'mazing (Hit em all in the body!)

Tell 'em when I’m talking to my baby

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you know I got the straight drop

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you know I got the straight drop

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you know I got the straight drop

It’s the young alt-right menace

What a pistol to a pennant

Treat a writer like a senate nigga huh

Surface level niggas never get it

Fuck a rating and a cynic

Always talking never living nigga huh

I don’t make no music for these niggas

Say they wanna be a critic

But they cannot take no critcism, huh

Nigga we the junkies they the dealers

I be rapping

They be triggered

You be writing

I’m a killer

Nigga What!

Fuck is this song?

Fuck is my whip!

Fuck up your streams!

I got the rips!

Skinny and paid!

I’m Taylor Swift!

We at your job

Catch you on shift

Nigga you gone…

I don’t like you…

Niggas don’t want it…

Lord forgive me I’m sorry

Hit em all in the body

Lord forgive me I’m sorry

I just caught another body

Hit em all in the body

I had to get some money

I don’t wanna be alone

It’s so hard for me to trust you baby

I’m around you baby

I got so much on me

40 I’d drown you baby

I don’t wanna drown you baby

I just wanna love you baby

I got too much for me

Oh my God I’m so weak

Holy fuck, I’m lonely