letra de mutiny - arpsweatpants & prodby668
[intro]
yeah (pizza)
[verse]
i put glory on my jacket (i got laced by 6), i got glory in my music (yeah)
we got guns if they want static
i’m gon’ draw down and let them have it
i’m gon’ bump fire that automatic
i can’t get over my habits, type of guy make a good day tragic (i can’t)
fruity rappers need to go on a pageant
i got a gun way bigger than you can ever imagine (grrah)
who the f-ck is you flaggin’? motherf-ckers really goin’ out sad (who, what)
you is my daughter, and i’m your dad
i’m up and you not, why the f-ck you mad? (b-tch)
sprayin’ his sh-t like glade
way before 2020, had a mask (yeah)
that pole bigger than you, and that bullet his neck so quick that he didn’t know what to do
sayin’ i’m lyin’, but i’m tellin’ truth (i am)
i’m finna take the f-ckin’ alley, oop
no fortnite, but i took your loot (let’s go)
no roblox, but i hit a noob
on that block, i didn’t go to school (i didn’t)
big ass glock, call that sh-t a “tool”
they said i fell off, but i already grew
try to tell me, i already knew
that stick expired, get it renewed
i got that fire, what you want to do?
i make him cry with a big .22, they cap on fruity loops
she bad like betty boop (let’s go)
most these rappers need to go outside (yeah)
hit me in my comments with that g-y sh-t, and i won’t reply (i won’t)
i get you in that house with that mask on, like i’m michael myers (grrah)
you said you would k!ll me, you got one try (ha)
and my f-ckin’ eyes peeled, catch a homicide
you can ask around if i’m real, they won’t tell you lies (they won’t)
and i gotta keep the trident true, i won’t let sh-t fly (grrah)
ask my brodie, “how to cook the crack?,” and he gon’ whip the pot (whip it)
huh, he must’ve hit his head, walkin’ with that knot (yeah)
yeah, i got your b-tch in bed, she hit that spot (yeah)
what, how is his account in the red, he ain’t spend a lot? (nah)
what, how he ain’t caught a charge? he spin a lot (what)
he finna spin that block, but he gon’ make it hot (block)
hot, hot, hot, hot, we made that block hot, make that crack rock
i say, “hit a spot,” munity come at twelve o’ clock
this when i open shop, i’m serving yellow rocks
k!ll that b-tch, and watch her rot
he tekashi, f-ckin’ cop, no, i never cop the plea
know you wanna be like me, that sh-t, that come with a fee (let’s go, it do)
poppin’ blues, and poppin’ greens (the biggest)
[outro]
pizza, yeah, pizza-pizza, yeah
pizza-pizza, yeah, pizza-pizza
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