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[Intro] ERMASHOV [Pre-Chorus] Hand me the fucking gun, shoot me in my brain, uh (What?) Stand to take another one, put me in my pain, uh Can't have enough of drugs, inhale 'til I faint, uh (What?) Fan is blowing through the dust, now it's in the drain, uh [Chorus] Don't provoke my temper, might get yo' bones stuck Got a choppa in yo' face, all the bullets made it bust I ain't fuckin' wit' no bad time, it's the peace and it's a must, ayy Your shit's out of style, that's how I know that you is fucked, yuh [Verse] You can't preoccupy all the shit that I make do, yuh Think you out here bad until karma faces you, yuh This the type of shit that niggas punch through the damn roof, yuh Bitch, I'm full of speed, see yo' ass, might make you poof, yuh Hey, don't waste none on me (What?) Don't try break yo' fun to mе Don't try take that shit on me (Yuh) Try to pace that shit from mе Daylights shining shit on me (Yuh) Haywire with the gang with me (Uh-huh) Fuck you, I can't FaceTime Put the chains to my belt like some pearlies on my waistline Rip a inch to yo' soul, give a fuck if yo' babe's crying Fuck 'bout what you say, like Good with intermission for the game, don't get it fucked up Selfmxdebless got action like always, might leave you damn washed up (Washed up) Bucket hat on my hair, yuh Pull up to yo' place, we see you hiding over there, yuh Bitch, don't approach me with that whining, I don't care, yuh If you wanna body me, you better tell me where, yuh Used to bump that noise shit right down under the stairs, yuh Now I'm making noise with the demons that is fair, yuh You don't want no problems if you got a second chance, yuh Dreadhead skull inside of yo' lobby, do yo' dance, yuh I don't do no hands, yuh [Pre-Chorus] Hand me the fucking gun, shoot me in my brain, uh (What?) Stand to take another one, put me in my pain, uh Can't have enough of drugs, inhale 'til I faint, uh (What?) Fan is blowing through the dust, now it's in the drain, uh [Chorus] Don't provoke my temper, might get yo' bones stuck Got a choppa in yo' face, all the bullets made it bust I ain't fuckin' wit' no bad time, it's the peace and it's a must, ayy Your shit's out of style, that's how I know that you is fucked, yuh