[Lyrics In Description] @poppaftn #SewerStory #KeepGoing #BlackHearts #HipHop #Rap (Prod. By prodbyshredded) #MRR #TNH [Feature At 2:10 & 3:33] Lyrics: I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip So close your eyes as I stick this gun between your lips I got a bullet with your name on the fucking tip So close your eyes as I stick this gun between your lips (Shredded on the track, ho) You want wisdom from me’, lil’ bitch, I’m not giving that If you tryna annoy me, I’ma tell you, mission passed Got a hidden past, you mother fuckers, vision that I can tell you more if you could give a hit of that *Breathes in* *Coughs* Okay? Yeah, aye, yeah, aye, aye, aye, okay Huh, A-okay, yeah, aye, I’m A-okay Huh, I been seeing patterns I deleted everyone while fucked up in the tavern I had lots a friends on me but none them people mattered Coughing till I blacked out so I know I’m dying faster (Dying faster, yeah) A disaster If you lay your secrets out on me, I’ll leak your blabber (Leak you blabber) A car jacker and a cracker (Oh yeah, oh yeah) White and ill as fuck goddammit, you know I got jagger (Shut the fuck up) Yeah, aye, on some real shit Yeah, I can fix you up, no Handy Mandy, Fix-It Felix (Fix it Felix, yeah, aye) Yeah, on some real shit (On some real shit) I got a Benelli you can’t see cause I concealed it (I concealed it, mother fucker) Yeah, on some real shit (On some real shit) If I see it and I do not have it, I’ma steal it (I’ma take it from you) Yeah, on some real shit I am not rapper, fucker, I am an idealist Uh, seeing patterns I deleted everyone while fucked up in the tavern I had lots a friends on me but none them people mattered Coughing till I blacked out so I know I’m dying faster, yeah Dying faster, huh A disaster, huh, yeah If you lay your secrets out on me I’ll leak your fucking blabber, huh A slacker, huh, yeah, a car jacker and a cracker, huh Always mean to everyone because I am a bastard, huh Hey, ain’t no fiction, on some real shit I’ma tell you fuckers real quick I could give three shits about which one of you’s the realest You say that I’m filthy, well now, shit, I don’t believe it Yeah, on some real shit I can fix you up, no Handy Mandy, Fix-It Felix I got a Benelli you can’t see cause I concealed it I am not a rapper, fucker, I am an idealist [PoppFromDaNorf] Treat the gang like a trap house Take your bitch, blow her back out Yeah, presidential like the White House, yeah, my bitch countin’ money on the couch Yeah, choppa stay with a thirty round Yeah, told my nigga Ark “hold it down” Countin’ money on the sofa Sippin’ up on a mimosa Yeah, I’m a bastard Yeah, I’m a bastard, more of a hazard Fill you with laughter Then cut you up with a dagger right after I’m in the tavern I’m with my bitch and I’m gettin’ called “master” I’m in the valley of death and the dead are all stinky I’m mo’ fucking throwing up Yeah, on some real shit I can fix you up, no Handy Mandy, Fix-It Felix Yeah, on some real shit I got a Benelli you can’t see cause I concealed it Blow your fucking brains out if you cannot fuckin’ deal, bitch On some real shit If I see it and I do not have it, I’ma steal it Yeah, on some real shit I am not a rapper, fucker, I am an idealist I could give three shits about which one of you’s the realest I’m the realest Ain’t no Biggie Smalls but I got women on a beach cause yeah, I’m chilling, yeah Realest, I’m the realest I don’t want to tell you fucking all what I been feeling, I been feeling, I been feeling, but Seeing patterns I deleted everyone while fucked up in the tavern I had lots a friends on me but none them people mattered Coughing till I blacked out so I know I’m dying faster, dying faster, dying faster, huh A disaster If you lay your secrets out on me, I’ll leak your blabber Slacker, a car jacker, yeah, I’m a cracker Always mean to everyone because I am a bastard (Because I am a) [PoppaFromDaNorf] Gotta get that cash Doing a hunnid on a lane, fuck the law, do the dash Money dancing to the bank, countin’ stacks, you do the math Yeah a G from the North, yeah that’s the name, niggas know where I’m at Niggas know where I’m at (Uh) [Yeah, tell it] On some real shit, on some real shit I’m ‘bout to hit a lick, [?] On some real shit [Real shit] on some real shit [Some real shit] On some real shit [Some real shit] on some real shit Yeah, I got birds in the trap Yeah, fuck around and get clapped I’m on cloud nine you gon’ need a jetpack just to see where I’m at Yeah, I got birds in the trap Yeah, fuck around and get clapped I’m on cloud nine you gon’ need a jetpack just to see where I’m at [Just to see where I’m at] Taking pills cause I’m mad Smoke until my lungs, black Taking other people’s medicine and I’ma tell you it’s cause I’m bad Noah’s very, very bad Noah’s very, very sad, and mad, and angry, angry, angry, huh, huh, and crazy You want wisdom from me’, lil’ bitch, I’m not giving that If you tryna annoy me, I’ma tell you, mission passed Got a hidden past, you mother fuckers, vision that I can tell you more if you can give a hit of *Coughs* Shit hard 2, 2, 2 gang, 2, 2, 2 gang