LODM$QUAD

Lyrics

[Intro: Sunshine Christo] Walk in the store with a gun yeah Walk in the store with a gun, point at the man with the register I don't care if he's young or old, I'm gonna shoot the fucking hoe [Verse 1: Sunshine Christo] Walk in the store with a gun yeah, point at the man with the register yeah I don't care if he's young or old, I'm gonna shoot the hoe Speed speed speed like I'm Speed Racer Snake Oiler how I shiest a nigga, Cannonball Taylor with the trigger Fuck you and your opinion, I'ma shoot the critics Give me 5 stars or I'll smash your car I will smash your broad, even if she's ugly yeah Rapping about hoes but can't get hoes Niggas talking tough but scarеd of killing foes I can say in full confidence that I'm capablе of murder You're a pussy nigga who's still afraid to hurt her Piranha teeth sink in and I will take your flesh I don't like the taste, so I let it flow down them Walk in the store with a gun, point at the man with the register I don't care if he's young or old, I'm still gonna shoot the fucking hoe Not afraid to hit a lick, you're the type to be afraid to get out of the apartment You're the type to be afraid of getting outside I hate the outside so I stay inside [Verse 2: Vain] Christo hopped out the fucking rover Popped out, bam bam bam, now it's over You don't wanna mess with a swamp squad soldier Test us, we gon' leave yo' ass six feet lower Always off the perc, you'll never catch me sober Always talking slurred, cause I'm a fucking stoner Kill you with a smile, I'm feeling like The Joker You ain't about this shit, yeah you're a fucking poser Got you in my scope, now you're dead, you're a joke Got you got, in a body bag dump you off a boat I'll make you scream, tie you up with a rope Nowhere to go, you're a long way from home, with no hope Bitch I'm doubled up with some Sprite and some Coke Bitch you're doubled up with no life and you're broke Prada on my neck, on my shoes, and my coat Swamp squad soldiers, got em' all across the globe Swamp squad soldiers, got em' young and got em' old Swamp squad soldiers, move in silence like a ghost Swamp squad soldiers, they my people, they my volk Swamp squad soldiers, till I'm dead inside a hole [Verse 3: DreProfane] Yeah, I'm tryna make nothing to something Talking all that shit nigga you a clown Lame nigga why you making assumptions Spaceship feeling got me fucking nauseous Coming out I'ma pull out this laser beam Jugging for this dough, I'll make your fucking neck scream Beat a nigga ass, soft serve like ice cream Smoking all that gas I don't smoke that fucking nicotine Coming out I'ma pull out this laser beam Jugging for this dough, I'll make your fucking neck scream Beat a nigga ass, soft serve like ice cream Smoking all that gas I don't smoke that fucking nicotine Sell a nigga soul and buy it for nicotine Bitch tryna talk I'll punch her in her fucking spleen Yeah, these niggas my sons Beat a nigga ass in one on one Yeah, I'm coming up bitch you better run She calling my name she just wanna fuck I'm Russia, Ukraine niggas better duck Yeah your man is a motherfucking cuck I ain't insecure, shit, you just fucking suck All these niggas really tryna buck [Verse 4: Ric$terrrr] ?