DECAY lyrics

[Chorus: fl.vco]
No name, b*tch I'm walking (b*tch I'm uh)
Gun game, I be popping (I be uh)
I never stop, I got a full clip rip my shoot shots (pop pow)
I can't help, out of the whip I stick down my Glock (POP POW)

[Verse 1: fl.vco]
Wassup, I'm breaking down (breaking down)
Look up, it's going down (going down)
No way, I couldn't see it (couldn't ah)
Man broke down into pieces, ran up, got jumped, dead, now deleted

[Refrain: fl.vco]
Busting back on all n*ggas, long sentence
I wanna kill us, pull up, I hop out, and dead, now spilled dust
I'm busting back on all n*ggas, long sentence
I wanna kill us, pull up, I hop out, and dead now spilled dust

[Chorus: fl.vco]
No name, b*tch I'm walking (b*tch I'm uh)
Gun game, I be popping (I be uh)
I never stop, I got a full clip rip my shoot shots (pop pow)
I can't help, out of the whip I stick down my Glock (POP POW)
Wassup

[Verse 2: EDDISON]
b*tch I'm in my head
You can't taste me
f*ck a xanax, i fight all my demons with karate
Hop out of the eh eh, gonna have some coffee
Feel like a motherf*cking sh*t can't you stop it
Feel like I smoked motherf*cking p*ss
But sh*ts broccoli
b*tch like uh uh, too swaggy for all these c*nts
I'm packing b*tches
Ain't flagging down no one, we pass them up
We passing them, overlapping, they had to have know 'bout us by now
I come around with the 45 stuck to the night night gown, got all them rounds
I don't faze, I don't fight no hoes, I lay up and sell crack to your mom
Its double D, I get it done, and pop some sticks like this sh*t fun
This sh*t not, I hate my life, I hate my head, this sh*t ain't X
If I'm gon' die n*gga, I'm gon' die, know that I f*cked yo' b*tch that's right
And that's on gang, my gang real tight, don't f*ck with squares spongebob can chill, but that's about it
[Bridge: Lil Darkie]
Uh
Go away, from the gunk (from the gunk)
No day, doin nothin' (doin' nothing)
Uh, you never find me, I got a full di*k, rip my pus*y tiny (my pus*y tiny)
Teeny, eeny, peeny piny uh
Why do my b*tches wanted my daddy give up

[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]
Obama!
Bye bye n*gga
I keep a red laser aimed trainer screwed to my gun
Where to these lame n*ggas parents, what they do to they sons
I smoke that media bunch, I'm eating veggies for lunch
You looking beat n*gga, you looking tired
Why don't you quit, sit down, and just retire
Get higher, its really hard to do anyway
Who knows if this music sh*t will end you up with any pay
Any day, they lay awake thinking just that
Based on n*ggas that can not have come from Darkie's nutsack
We bust back, yeah you ram, my clam back
I need your guns, your ones, your funds, plus tax

[Outro Lil Darkie]
When I say Gunk - you say Rock!
Gunk -Rock!
Gunk - Rock!