UNDEAD PAPI - NO TALKING!
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(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)
Bitch, fuck up out my face
I ain't with that talking, let it spray
Fuck what you gotta say
You got a problem let it spray
Bitch, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain
Bitch, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya fucking plate
(Verse 1 : T0RTVRE)
On foe nem my nigga, these niggas are tripping. They paying dem hoes onlyfans why they simping. the summer im dressing all black i be dripping. My nigga yo time gon be up, da clock ticking. I'm Grabbing dat choppa dem bodies be flipping. I'm catching you slipping, you run like a chicken. You talking dat shit I don't care dat you kidding. You niggas be hating, you mad cause I'm winning. Blast dat behemoth or bitch we ain't fucking. Waisted my time stupid bitch you ain't nothing. Ion do favors you bitches be bugging. Don't give a fuck dat you bitches want something. Me and my nigga undead in this bitch, we be killing this shit, yea we keeping it bussing
Dissing my homies we loading the pipes, we gone drive by yo block, you won't see dat shit coming
Keeping dat strap all tucking
Smoking dat loud i be puffing
Bitch, goofy ass hoe i ain't coming
Lying to my face why these bitches be bluffing
Stupid ass goofy ass nigga got me fucked up. Talking all dat shit that muhfucka' better run up. Fuck around and get 'yo fucking house all blown up. Feeling like I'm varg, watch a fucking church burn up
(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)
Bitch, fuck up out my face
I ain't with that talking, let it spray
Fuck what you gotta say
You got a problem let it spray
Bitch, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain
Bitch, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya fucking plate
(Verse 2 : UNDEAD PAPI)
All 'em shell case dropping
Homicide my only dropping
Piss up on 'ya coffin, closed casket 'ya mother sobbing
Where 'ya fucking noggin, body blown up by a rocket
Undead up the carnage, got ya whole family boxed in
Blow limbs off while they walking
Go head to 'ya grave crawling
Funeral service mocking
Smoking dead opps coughing
Count 'ya fucking losses
You fucked up with all that talking
You a puddle on the ground now
Jakes gone get to mopping, bitch!
Bitch, fuck up out my face
I ain't with that talking, let it spray
Fuck what you gotta say
You got a problem let it spray
Bitch, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain
Bitch, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya fucking plate
(Verse 1 : T0RTVRE)
On foe nem my nigga, these niggas are tripping. They paying dem hoes onlyfans why they simping. the summer im dressing all black i be dripping. My nigga yo time gon be up, da clock ticking. I'm Grabbing dat choppa dem bodies be flipping. I'm catching you slipping, you run like a chicken. You talking dat shit I don't care dat you kidding. You niggas be hating, you mad cause I'm winning. Blast dat behemoth or bitch we ain't fucking. Waisted my time stupid bitch you ain't nothing. Ion do favors you bitches be bugging. Don't give a fuck dat you bitches want something. Me and my nigga undead in this bitch, we be killing this shit, yea we keeping it bussing
Dissing my homies we loading the pipes, we gone drive by yo block, you won't see dat shit coming
Keeping dat strap all tucking
Smoking dat loud i be puffing
Bitch, goofy ass hoe i ain't coming
Lying to my face why these bitches be bluffing
Stupid ass goofy ass nigga got me fucked up. Talking all dat shit that muhfucka' better run up. Fuck around and get 'yo fucking house all blown up. Feeling like I'm varg, watch a fucking church burn up
(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)
Bitch, fuck up out my face
I ain't with that talking, let it spray
Fuck what you gotta say
You got a problem let it spray
Bitch, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain
Bitch, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya fucking plate
(Verse 2 : UNDEAD PAPI)
All 'em shell case dropping
Homicide my only dropping
Piss up on 'ya coffin, closed casket 'ya mother sobbing
Where 'ya fucking noggin, body blown up by a rocket
Undead up the carnage, got ya whole family boxed in
Blow limbs off while they walking
Go head to 'ya grave crawling
Funeral service mocking
Smoking dead opps coughing
Count 'ya fucking losses
You fucked up with all that talking
You a puddle on the ground now
Jakes gone get to mopping, bitch!
