Softwilly, Kxllswxtch, Yumi & Lex Pain Maggots Lyrics

[Intro: KXLLSWXTCH]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: KXLLSWXTCH]
Ayy, you punk motherf*ckers better watch out who you tempt (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch)
Bite down on this deagle, now the gunsmoke on his breath (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
Pulled up to your block and pussies all I could detect (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
Yeah my daddy was a G, guess I ain't fall far from the nest (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)
f*ck all of you maggots, never satisfied 'til y'all dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
Bitch, I'll break your f*ckin' jaw, now when you talk it soundin' likе you deaf, ho (Yeah, yeah, yеah, huh)
f*ck with my patience, get a knife wedged all up in your chest (Yeah, huh, yeah)
All them drugs got you fakin', you know you really ain't no threat, boy (Huh)
G-gettin' brain from your bitch 'cause she got good intuition (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now my bread comin' in without me lifting a limb (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
It's kinda tragic how sad your family is now that you missin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too damn bad that you had to diss (Yeah, huh), now you won't grow old with them

[Verse 2: LEX PAIN]
Drunk and high, alive (Yeah)
My shawty she lookin' too fine (Yeah)
I need me that money in time (Yeah)
You cappin' in all of your raps, lil' boy, you know you livin' a lie
They hard on the 'net, but not in the streets, ain't none of them ready to die
We cannot link, you not an affiliate
Top of the rank, I'm one in a million
Suckin' my soul, she like a reptilian Who want war? Who want peace>
Let it be known I'm plottin' a feast
We get down, economy
She want me she fly to me, wait, uh
She want dick, she fly to me
I'm way too blunt, bitch, pardon me
My diamonds blind, it's hard to see
I know my mama proud of me
I hope my daddy rot in peace
Bitch I'm nine 'til I die, but today I'll throw up six

[Verse 3: Yumi]
I got five minutes, get it right to get it how I live
I've been trippin' 'bout some dumb shit, feel like I hardly fit in, that's for sure
I've been out my mind, I've been way down that road
If you really wanna go there, bitch, then we get in that mode
I get to strappin' with my bow like captain package comin' in
Lethal weapon make 'em get distressing, rest stop coming in
We trap 'em up, f*ck it we bat 'em up, like MLB The Show (Ha)
Tell my brother how to smoke it, how they keep shit on the low
Body bag they zipped up
When I up that pole, better hope I do not hiccup
Moving weight just like a sit up
Brand new car, still haven't filled up from the dealer
Out here smoking cigarillos, that's an I pack
Roll them up like a chinchilla
I ain't scared of freaks, should be scared to breathe, should be scared of me
I've always been told that I am broke, ain't no repairin' me
Still up on this lifestyle and I'm coachin', can't compare to me
Oh, you want that real shit? K all day like ketamine