Yung Dori, Crackhead Jynn, $uicideboy$ - Agora lyrics

I be that schizo' motherfucker
Walking with a shovel
Keep the bodies covered
Lurking with my brothers
Killers by the hundred
Bleed out my fucking eyes
$carecrow the glorified
Fuckboys get mortified
Bitches get traumatized
Can't you see in my eyes
My heart's been paralyzed never apologize
God's been disqualified
Demons have colonized
My soul's been compromised 59 homicides
59 mommas cry

Just got a motherfucking hand full of cash
Ho
Spend it all already on a hand full of hash
Ho hope the weed will last, yo
Half an O' already smoked
Turning ghost, I'm burning O's
Chokin' and coughin', I do this shit often
Enough of the talkin' and pull out the weapon
We'll see how it goes
Bitch get to steppin', she sinkin' in snow
She bend the knee and now
Her whole throat feeling closed
$now leopard seekin' clothes
Throwing bones, these clothes
Ain't glowing, bitch
They need to keep you froze

Nigga, it's me and my people (People)
When my hitters that's a free throw
(Free throw)
It's the Crackhead, rolling up napkins, have
To talk all my shit, i'm a beast though
(Beast though)
Started off tucking them pounds
They tucking the rounds
I'm not with the fucking around
(Fuckin' around) pull out the chopper
If you start walking with them
I'ma start cutting shit down
I'ma re-up in a couple of weeks and be rich
With the squad like a couple of g's
Fuck with my niggas we coming for keeps
Had to pull out the fader
They fucked up the streets
(Fucked up the streets)
I ain't the nigga who stuck on the streets
If you ready the die don't say nothin' to me
(Nothin' to me) i'ma bust out the track and
Then bust out the trap
I just put in that work
For a fuck-load of green
(Fuck-load of green)
Gas in the bag, never stuck on no E
I'm just living out life
Feeling good as can be
If you see what I saw and you lived round
My parts you'd be starving
Like Marvin or bustin, the heat
(Bustin' the heat)
I'm just that nigga, you couldn't compete
Got that grass in the bag like
It's wood in the tree
If you asking for action then
We'll let you have it
You niggas afraid and you wouldn't want beef
How bout your bae when I wooded her deep
Has your bitch on her knees
Yelling "Put it on me"
Made her pack up her bags and
Said "Get the fuck out"
'cause her ass hella fat when
She put on them jeans
I don't want static and you don't want heat
Pull the burner out that bag and
It's hooked to your bean
Hood on the head and I'm bout to run up on
This nigga who dead just for looking at me
I be so nutty, my wrist be so floody
My ice it be drippin'
Just fucked up the scene
Sipping on sprite like that stuff
Is for cheap and my
Tummy is numb that's a cup of some lean
(Cup of some lean)
I be just chilling with me and my villains
You snitchin', you rats
Give a fuck 'bout some cheese
I'm ready to harvest, the hardest and me
I'm just cooling it down like
A cup of some tea (Cup of some tea)
And I'm out

Say I never make money, say I never go (Go)
Wanna make money
Always fucking bitches at the show (Shows)
You a fake now
Sipping lean with Drake now (Drake)
Hidden fucking corpses in the
Motherfucking base now
Man, I'm bossing all you bitches
Keepin' all of you opps livid
All I wish is for three bitches that
Can give me all their digit's, woah
Sipping lean in the cup with
The bitches looking rough
Looking tough to the bitches that
Looking for all the drugs

Now it's different decision
I put my dick in the center
And if you listen to Jynn
My niggas wishing you with it
It's like a simple predicament
If you with it we finish it
If you dip in the middle
We put a brick to your head and then
You a rodent you been a rat
In the mist of it all
Even folding you benefit get the
Rest to get caught
If you told them you with it
Then get the business and ball
Get the business and ball
Like, damn how the fuck do you do that
You just another motherfucker in a durag
And you can tell me I'm
A hustler from New Jack
Cause you get shot up in the
Gut, I thought you knew that, nigga
Imma prove that if you two step
Brother we can do that
Get the crew bang nigga where the roots
Like where the tools at
Hit 'em with pool sticks
Like I'm gonna move back crackhead