Sunshine Christo, Vain, Ric$terrrr, Kodachi - LODM$QUAD lyrics

Walk in the store with a gun yeah
Walk in the store with a gun
Point at the man with the register
I don't care if he's young or old
I'm gonna shoot the fucking hoe

Walk in the store with a gun yeah
Point at the man with the register yeah
I don't care if he's young or old
I'm gonna shoot the hoe
Speed speed speed like I'm Speed Racer
Snake Oiler how I shiest a nigga
Cannonball Taylor with the trigger
Fuck you and your opinion
I'ma shoot the critics
Give me 5 stars or I'll smash your car
I will smash your broad
Even if she's ugly yeah
Rapping about hoes but can't get hoes
Niggas talking tough but scarеd
Of killing foes i can say in full confidence
That I'm capablе of murder
You're a pussy nigga who's still
Afraid to hurt her
Piranha teeth sink in and I
Will take your flesh
I don't like the taste
So I let it flow down them
Walk in the store with a gun
Point at the man with the register
I don't care if he's young or old
I'm still gonna shoot the fucking hoe
Not afraid to hit a lick
You're the type to be afraid to
Get out of the apartment
You're the type to be
Afraid of getting outside
I hate the outside so I stay inside

Christo hopped out the fucking rover
Popped out, bam bam bam, now it's over
You don't wanna mess with
A swamp squad soldier test us
We gon' leave yo' ass six feet lower
Always off the perc
You'll never catch me sober
Always talking slurred
Cause I'm a fucking stoner
Kill you with a smile
I'm feeling like The Joker
You ain't about this shit
Yeah you're a fucking poser
Got you in my scope, now you're dead
You're a joke got you got
In a body bag dump you off a boat
I'll make you scream, tie you up with a rope
Nowhere to go, you're a long way from home
With no hope bitch I'm doubled up with some
Sprite and some Coke
Bitch you're doubled up with no
Life and you're broke
Prada on my neck, on my shoes, and my coat
Swamp squad soldiers
Got em' all across the globe
Swamp squad soldiers
Got em' young and got em' old
Swamp squad soldiers
Move in silence like a ghost
Swamp squad soldiers, they my people
They my volk swamp squad soldiers
Till I'm dead inside a hole

Yeah, I’m tryna make nothing to something
Talking all that shit nigga you a clown
Lame nigga why you making assumptions
Spaceship feeling got me fucking nauseous
Coming out I'ma pull out this laser beam
Jugging for this dough
I’ll make your fucking neck scream
Beat a nigga ass, soft serve like ice cream
Smoking all that gas I don’t
Smoke that fucking nicotine
Coming out I'ma pull out this laser beam
Jugging for this dough
I’ll make your fucking neck scream
Beat a nigga ass, soft serve like ice cream
Smoking all that gas I don’t
Smoke that fucking nicotine
Sell a nigga soul and buy it for nicotine
Bitch tryna talk I’ll punch her
In her fucking spleen
Yeah, these niggas my sons
Beat a nigga ass in one on one
Yeah, I’m coming up bitch you better run
She calling my name she just wanna fuck
I’m Russia, Ukraine niggas better duck
Yeah your man is a motherfucking cuck
I ain’t insecure, shit, you just fucking suck
All these niggas really tryna buck