Sinizter, Witchouse 40k - Bulletbag lyrics
[Sinizter, Witchouse 40k - Bulletbag lyrics]
Body drop, drop you like a blackhawk
Chopper like a hacksaw never take
Your flak off or get shot
Got bullet bags ready for the cash drop
hit me for the pass off
Bitch I am my own boss no masters
Body drop, drop you like a blackhawk
Chopper like a hacksaw never take your
Flak off or get shot
Got bullet bags ready for the cash drop
Hit me for the pass off
Bitch I am my own boss no masters
Aye all black fit, patches of my letterman
12 be knocking but you know
I never let them in
Pull up hit em wit K, ahhh
Glock clip in the safe, ahhh
Glock click at yo face, ahhh
Hollowtips in your brain, ahhh
I am the archangel archangel dark
Angel wings have been ripped
Bullet holes in my chest
I am the stargazing soul
Snatching witch and I
Shoot like the pacers I'm always a threat
Bitch I am the prophet
Fuck it I'll load your
Coffin up with bodies imma stock it up
Key on my chain I lock it
Got my hand up in your pocket, you hoe
Imma rip out your bones
Hit a lick on your soul like a ghost
Pull up with that llama
Lethal with that choppa
Rest in peace no drama
Take yo life, bad karma
Keep em away cause ain't no body safe
Boy talkin' hot then he finna get sprayed
Bullets be bouncin' and bodys be droppin'
Draco deliverin' death i'm not stoppin'
Ghost in the shell I'm an army of one
Crown me the king cause I bow down to none
Kakashi they copy, they all are my sons
Cut out their tongues and I drown em blood
God and the devil, i'm one in the same
Sinizter-Apex remember my name
Lead you to death like a moth to the flame
You lookin' timid I'm takin' your dame
Pull up with the thirty and I get to spraying
Thirty three shots in this
Glock I ain't playing
Flex on the gram like a g you roleplayin'
Pentagram on me and you get to prayin'
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps
Chopper like a hacksaw never take
Your flak off or get shot
Got bullet bags ready for the cash drop
hit me for the pass off
Bitch I am my own boss no masters
Body drop, drop you like a blackhawk
Chopper like a hacksaw never take your
Flak off or get shot
Got bullet bags ready for the cash drop
Hit me for the pass off
Bitch I am my own boss no masters
Aye all black fit, patches of my letterman
12 be knocking but you know
I never let them in
Pull up hit em wit K, ahhh
Glock clip in the safe, ahhh
Glock click at yo face, ahhh
Hollowtips in your brain, ahhh
I am the archangel archangel dark
Angel wings have been ripped
Bullet holes in my chest
I am the stargazing soul
Snatching witch and I
Shoot like the pacers I'm always a threat
Bitch I am the prophet
Fuck it I'll load your
Coffin up with bodies imma stock it up
Key on my chain I lock it
Got my hand up in your pocket, you hoe
Imma rip out your bones
Hit a lick on your soul like a ghost
Pull up with that llama
Lethal with that choppa
Rest in peace no drama
Take yo life, bad karma
Keep em away cause ain't no body safe
Boy talkin' hot then he finna get sprayed
Bullets be bouncin' and bodys be droppin'
Draco deliverin' death i'm not stoppin'
Ghost in the shell I'm an army of one
Crown me the king cause I bow down to none
Kakashi they copy, they all are my sons
Cut out their tongues and I drown em blood
God and the devil, i'm one in the same
Sinizter-Apex remember my name
Lead you to death like a moth to the flame
You lookin' timid I'm takin' your dame
Pull up with the thirty and I get to spraying
Thirty three shots in this
Glock I ain't playing
Flex on the gram like a g you roleplayin'
Pentagram on me and you get to prayin'
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps
Body drop, fuck the opps