KRATOS

Lyrics

[Intro: Hi-C] (Heaven or Hell, let's rock) yung hi c in this ice, nigga (Hello, bitch ass) Blood Rain fuckin' Boys, man All these niggas tryna steal my fucking swag and shit, nigga (Hello) I see y'all fuck niggas, man We finna run up on y'all fuck niggas, man (Hello, bitch, bitch) Stepping on necks, bitch (Bitch) [Verse 1: Hi-C] Nigga want war, I feel like Kratos Futuristic handgun just like Halo Put a hole in his head like a bagel Foreign whips, nigga, I feel like J Lo Spin a blunt, nigga, just like tornado She pop a Skittle, now she taste the rainbow Demon nigga pourin' blood in a Faygo You want a pint, got hit with the Karo Her face is like Stitch, my bitch look like Lilo Fuckin' this bitch while you watch through the peephole Run off on that nigga just like Ochocinco Damn, now I gotta lay low Cast a spell, slide in a Range Rover Gotta die rich, I need them bankrolls Cannot die broke, I need them pesos Cast a love spell, she do what I say so Stuck on my dick, bitch, l'eggo my eggo Fuck on her friend, now I'm a a-hole She sniffing K 'til she in the k-hole Pouring up drank, RIP Fredo Married the money, now my pockets preggo My pockets preggo just like Juno I got the juice, tell me something I don't know Fucked on his bitch and he still don't know She in my DM's, that's why he mad at her Pull up in Hellcat, not a Challenger Chop a nigga up just like Soulcalibur Pouring up drank until my stomach burst [Interlude: Hi-C & Diamondsonmydick] Yeah, Hi-C in this bitch Reptilian Club Boyz, man (What?) Blood Rain Boys, bitch (What? Ayy) [Verse 2: Diamondsonmydick] Vampire Gang, pouring blood in my double cup Fuck that lil' bitch, she don't get no love True jeans filled up with the blue bucks These niggas pussy just like Ladybug [?] I'm in her mouth like gold slugs Talking shit, see me in person, don't do nothing Count up the blood, I'm 'bout to pour up Keep blowing my high, bitch, shut the fuck up (おかえり, yeah) Cast a love spell, hit your bitch from the side Say you want smoke, nigga, why you ain't slide? I wish you would try, get shot in your eye Skinny nigga but this strap's on the side You want a verse, nigga, you mad that I'm taxing With the gang chilling out in Manhattan You know that you pussy, nigga, stop acting Mini chopper break him down like a fraction Cuffing that bitch, I know she a ho Cast a love spell, now she suckin' me slow Pull up pouring a four Kick down your door, letting it go Shoot that nigga, watch his soul leave his body I don't need a strap, beat his ass like Baki Taking souls, nigga, that is my hobby Sacrifice 'em then pull up in a foreign Sipping blood, nigga, this is not 'Korn Getting top from your bitch while I'm recording Pew, pew, I got smoke like a Suorin Just took a Xan', I'll see you in the morning