IX5 / Knockin’ On The Devil’s Door

Lyrics

[Intro: Gangsta Boo] Str-izz-apped all the time Because some evil shit goes through my head Bullets to your temple got you bitches dead up in the med Str-izz-apped all the time Because some evil shit goes through my head Bullets to your temple got you bitches dead up in the med [Hook: Gangsta Boo] Bloody Glock is cocked and ready to pop up on another hoe Hollow points will have your bitch-ass knockin' on the devil's door Bloody Glock is cocked and ready pop up on another hoe Hollow points will have your bitch-ass knockin' on the devil's door [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Bloody Glock is cockin', ready to pop up on another hoe What you bitches doin', Gangsta Boo already did before Ready to meet your maker, satan ready to take care of you You can't win against the devil's daughter, baby you gon' lose Str-izz-apped all the time Because some evil shit goes through my head Bullets to your temple got you bitches dead up in the med 666's in the sky, oh my, I feel the end is near Test my gangster bitch and I will quickly make you disappear Hit a punk, then lock you in the trunk, and if you think I'm playin' Bring your ass to Memphis, Tennessee, them bodies gon' be layin' On the floor in projects, hoe, just in case you didn't know Izza-wizzu-kizzu-dissu-bizzup-stizzo kick your door [Pre-Hook: Gangsta Boo] Str-izz-apped all the time Because some evil shit goes through my head Bullets to your temple got you bitches dead up in the med Str-izz-apped all the time Because some evil shit goes through my head Bullets to your temple got you bitches dead up in the med [Hook: Gangsta Boo] Bloody Glock is cocked and ready to pop up on another hoe Hollow points will have your bitch-ass knockin' on the devil's door Bloody Glock is cocked and ready pop up on another hoe Hollow points will have your bitch-ass knockin' on the devil's door [Verse 2: JGRXXN] Moon full of blood, devil green, evil in the wind Psychopathic lunatic, facin' on a fifth of gin Know you sleepin' all alone, see you through the window pane Machete kind of heavy, and it's goin' to be a deadly stain Pumpin' pills and talkin' shit, flick it, fuck it, walk it, lick Put your ass up in the clique, know the fuckin' thing of each Heard you runnin' like a bitch, demons in the fuckin' mist A 6 here, a 6 there, 6's in your fuckin' wrist Evil styles I'm gonna boss, and I'll burn it to the floor Sacrifice your body parts, we'll have you at the devil's door Eatin' on a bang of Ray, these mystics styles we call it, yay Pre-meditated thoughts, as I'm drinkin' on the Alizé [Outro: 211] '94, cashflow, I gotta have my reefer Ink blink, makes me think, why my pupils shrink '94, cashflow, I gotta have my reefer Ink blink, makes me think, why my pupils shrink