KILLEDDY - ROACHES

{Intro}
I got that
(?...) Three 6 Mafia beat or whatever
Ye-ay, ye-ay
Ye-ay, ye-ay

{Verse 1}
I just dropped six-hundred-sixty-six on my fuckin' pants, uh
Don't you fuckin' touch them, you'll get stomped 'til you can't stand up
I don't want your girl with me, I want her in handcuffs
And you let her leave with me? Bro, you should've manned-up
Fuck you, pay me
Walk inside the function and the hoes, they tell me "Slay king"
I don't feel like arguing, bitch, I'm too busy raging
Just call my knife Ben Shapiro, it does all my debating
(Fuck Ben Shapiro)

{Bridge}
Talkin'-talkin'-talkin' shit
I gotta up the shift, turn you to nada
You thought you could squad up, genocide you like Rwanda
Askin' where's your bitch, I'm herе, fingering her at (?...)
They say thе devil wears designer, that's a lie, I don't rock Prada

{Refrain}
And you're posted in the crib, makin' friends with the roaches
You're posted in the crib, makin' friends with the roaches
You're posted in the crib, makin' friends with the roaches

{Bridge}
I'm posted in the crib with your bitch, and she's chokin'
Get the fuck away, to level up, I need to focus
Mr. Worldwide, but I'm just not speakin' (?...), bitch
Catch me in the marsh, I'll catch you in the corner, loathin'

{Pre-Refrain}
Seethe, seethe, seethe
With your whole fuckin' team
Seethe, seethe, seethe
With your whole fuckin' team

{Refrain}
And you're posted in the crib, makin' friends with the roaches
You're posted in the crib, makin' friends with the roaches
You're posted in the crib, makin' friends with the roaches