Shiv lyrics

[Intro: Cody Manson]
Yeah! Trife Life!
Devereaux Devereaux Devereaux
Look, look!

[Chorus: Cody Manson]
Keep acting hard, I'll carve your face up with this shank (With this shank)
I'll blow your f*cking brains out in the sink (Pow!)
Shiv to your ribs, watch you bleed out till you faint (Hahaha)
f*ck yo opinion, give a f*ck 'bout what you think (Naw)
Shut the f*ck up! Before I pistol whip yo lip
pus*y what's up! You ain't really with the sh*t
Back the f*ck up (b*tch)! I'm 'bout to split your f*cking wig
You just got f*cked up (b*tch)! Tryna show off for a b*tch! (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Cody Manson]
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
Throw a party with the gang p*ssing on yo grave
Look

[Verse 1: Cody Manson]
I was sick of being broke, I got my racks up (I got my racks up)
I jumped straight off the porch and picked a pack up (I picked up a pack)
I always keep that pole, don't need no backup (You know I carry it)
Momma found my first pistol hidden under my mattress (Yeah!)
M-Masked up (masked up), strapped up (strapped up) (Hey!)
Quit hatin' on me b*tch, go get your bag up (Get your money)
You keep braggin' 'bout that b*tch, I already had her (Oh sh*t!)
Keep playin' with me, pus*y boy, I got yo address (Hahaha)
[Chorus: Cody Manson]
Keep acting hard, I'll carve your face up with this shank (With this shank)
I'll blow your f*cking brains out in the sink (Pow!)
Shiv to your ribs, watch you bleed out till you faint (Hahaha)
f*ck yo opinion, give a f*ck 'bout what you think (Naw)
Shut the f*ck up! Before I pistol whip yo lip
pus*y what's up! You ain't really with the sh*t
Back the f*ck up (b*tch)! I'm 'bout to split your f*cking wig
You just got f*cked up (b*tch)! Tryna show off for a b*tch! (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Cody Manson]
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
Throw a party with the gang p*ssing on yo grave
Look

[Verse 2: Cody Manson]
I'm moving through your city like a mercenary (With my military)
Strapped up to the teeth like the military (We be killing sh*t)
No, I don't show no love b*tch, this ain't February (I ain't showin' love)
I got savage in my blood, yeah, it's hereditary (b*tch it's in my blood)
Got some homies in the fed, some homies in the county (They ain't comin' home)
I got homies on the run that's duckin' from them bounties (They ain't comin' home)
Trife Life, that's the gang but it's more like an army (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Got the location off the flyer, pull up, f*ck up the party
[Chorus: Cody Manson]
Keep acting hard, I'll carve your face up with this shank (With this shank)
I'll blow your f*cking brains out in the sink (Pow!)
Shiv to your ribs, watch you bleed out till you faint (Hahaha)
f*ck yo opinion, give a f*ck 'bout what you think (Naw)
Shut the f*ck up! Before I pistol whip yo lip
pus*y what's up! You ain't really with the sh*t
Back the f*ck up (b*tch)! I'm 'bout to split your f*cking wig
You just got f*cked up (b*tch)! Tryna show off for a b*tch! (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Cody Manson]
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
We 'bout to throw a party in the cemetery
Throw a party with the gang p*ssing on yo grave