Warhol.SS - Armageddon lyrics

[Warhol.SS - Armageddon lyrics]

(Akachi beats)
Ayy, fuck that nigga, nah, for real
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,  uh (Krookz)

I fuck on your sister
I feel like lil' mister
I ride with that chopper and
Hit with that zipper
That YKK zipper, that Bape on my chest
Boy, I been a captain
Ain't worried 'bout hooks
I read like a book, got these niggas shook
My niggas some crooks, lil' boy better look
That chopper go
"Put" now that nigga cooked

Don't care what they talkin' 'bout
These niggas pussy
I fuck on the ho and she like sucky-sucky
Don't know why you fussin', lil' nigga
You rookie
I'm blowin' on cookie, gelato and that
Blow shit like a loosie
Get with that two-piece that choppa go
"Bah bah bah bah bah" at your goofy
Lil' boy, you a noobie
Don't talk to me crazy
Can't fuck with these niggas
I said they fugazi and that shit be crazy

I'm from the motherfuckin' underground
(Ground)
Put your dudes up, we go pound for pound
(Pound)
Talk on that dick, that ain't word of mouth
(Slurp)
Lick me up, baby, then slurp me down (Slurp)
I am a dawg, I'll go pound for pound (Rrr)
I done went digital, my wrist is sunny now
(Sunny) swimmin' around, baby
We ain't runnin' now (Ah)
Ah, wow, nigga, gun him down (Gun him down)
Cars out 'til the sun is out
Just like a tire, baby, we gon' burn him out
(Yeah)
Scream, bleed, that is murder sound (Oh)
Clean freak, we gon' wipe him out
(Wipe him out)
Me, me, boy, they talkin' now (Yeah)
I done went Chucky
He play with that Tommy now
Come with that crack
Told a nigga Bobby Brown (Crack)
Zombie tip turn you zombie now (O oh)

Smokin' on dosie does (Dosie does)
Thirty round clip, don't go toe to toe (Toe)
Can't fuck with these lil' niggas
They just get exposed ('Posed)
And I came a long way from just kicking doors
(O oh) just came back from countin' fifty
(Yeah, five)
Brand new Tesla, it's a semi (Semi)
Steady chiefin' like Jimmy (Jimmy)
Pourin' fours up in the Bentley
Came from the south just like Mississippi
I got two ways to spread it
I can't even hear me see that horsepower
Ridin' Porsche's with me
These lil' niggas talkin' but that
Can't even fear me
Fuck these niggas bitches for the thrill
Smoke gelato, that's the care
Fifty round on me, if a nigga testin'
Nigga get spilled
These niggas fake as fuck, no
They ain't real
Molly with me poppin' ecstasy pills (Pills)

I fuck on your sister
I feel like lil' mister
I ride with that chopper and
Hit with that zipper
That YKK zipper, that Bape on my chest
Boy, I been a captain
Ain't worried 'bout hooks
I read like a book, got these niggas shook
My niggas some crooks, lil' boy better look
That chopper go
"Put" now that nigga cooked

Don't care what they talkin' 'bout
These niggas pussy
I fuck on the ho and she like sucky-sucky
Don't know why you fussin', lil' nigga
You rookie
I'm blowin' on cookie, gelato and that
Blow shit like a loosie
Get with that two-piece that choppa go
"Bah bah bah bah bah" at your goofy
Lil' boy, you a noobie
Don't talk to me crazy
Can't fuck with these niggas
I said they fugazi and that shit be crazy

Yeah, what?
Come to the realization (Yeah, ooh)
This not your situation (Yeah)
Chopper hit them with no hesitation (Yeah)
Baby, she suck me up
'til I'm gon' levitate, ooh
They say that I'm hot, might obliterate
Yeah i don't think that I am obligated
To hate on you lil' niggas
You kiddin' me? (Yeah)
Ooh, wait, ooh, are you kidding me? (O oh)
I play the bit' like a fiddle, wait (O oh)
No Malcolm, I cut out the middleman (O oh)
He stealin', I cut off that nigga's hand
Really I just want a couple of Benjamins
(What?) that pussy so wet I am swimmin' it
(Swimmin' it, brr)
I don't think that you are listenin'
(Listenin')
Whenever I speak, I'm not innocent
(Ooh, yeah)
Forty round drum with the chop, chop (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round town, mean your
Body get drop, dropped
(Yeah) i don't know about you niggas, but
You niggas flex a lot, lot
(Yeah)
I been really countin' up a lot, ooh (Yeah)
I be tryna connect all the dot, dots (Yeah)
I was in the kitchen
After gettin' to Dubai, ooh
(Yeah)
Rose gold bitch and my Rollie rose too
(Too, yeah)
Made a lot of money, I can't even hold you
(Ooh, yeah)
Spent a lil' money on some bitches, overdue
(Yeah, ooh) i wanna spend some money on
The matte black coupe (Oh yeah)
Hold the K up on my
Shoulder like a knapsack too
Cut the big backs in, head to Timbuktu
Cut the chit-chat
Strap'll chip a nigga's buck tooth
(Ooh, hey) i ain't Micheal Jordan
I want all the bucks too (O oh)
Hit it from the back, she like, "Ooh"
(Yeah) lot of hundreds on me and
They stuck just like glue, ya dig?

I fuck on your sister
I feel like lil' mister
I ride with that chopper and
Hit with that zipper
That YKK zipper, that Bape on my chest
Boy, I been a captain
Ain't worried 'bout hooks
I read like a book, got these niggas shook
My niggas some crooks, lil' boy better look
That chopper go
"Put" now that nigga cooked

Don't care what they talkin' 'bout
These niggas pussy
I fuck on the ho and she like sucky-sucky
Don't know why you fussin', lil' nigga
You rookie
I'm blowin' on cookie, gelato and that
Blow shit like a loosie
Get with that two-piece that choppa go
"Bah bah bah bah bah" at your goofy
Lil' boy, you a noobie
Don't talk to me crazy
Can't fuck with these niggas
I said they fugazi, and that shit be

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