ISIS TYPE BEAT - Lil Darkie

Blow up

Blow up

I’m about to blow up

Filled up with emotion

And some potion

Had to po' up

No cup

Grow up

Bitch you better grow up

Slow up

If you talking shit you better throw up

Throw up

Nausea in my stomach had to let it go

Wet the bowl

Toilet pot then boil it

Foil it let it blow

I’m ready hoe

Cutting coke, I feel it in my finger tips

Trigger rip

Liquor in my system

Lit a cigarette

Nigga bet

Nigga bet

Nigga you can fucking beeeeet

Imma have to get the teeeeech

And spray it at yo fucking neck

Stalk ya block

Throw you on the chopping block my choppa talk

Choppa yell

Gritting teeth and spitting till the copper fell

Is he talking copper shells or coppers that get pensions?

I’m a oppa to you niggas that be paying for attention

Fuck a mention build the tension eventually til ascension

I’m benching these niggas quenching the people need for a drenching

I’m flooding the game

Blood in the mud on my name

I ain’t even sped it up

Or spud up the bud in my brain

I could do that

Tight like virgins

Clean detergent

Yacking up my sins like I am purging

Feel the urge and

Cut like surgeon

I can feel my rage emerging

Taking over me

I don’t wanna talk

Baking on a leaf

Towing on a glock

Running on my feet

Dodging hella opps

I got no more weed

I been doing drops

I been high as fuck

I got momma scared

She just wanna talk

Like I am not aware

But she like all my shit

Cause my momma ain’t a square

And I started making hits

When I took off all my hair

I’m darkie bitch

Darkie bitch

Fuck you mean I’m here to stay

I grip the k and let it say

Bang bang to any nigga in my way

Fuck a hater man

Got the greater bands

I could back it up

I could put you on the hands

Nigga back it up

I see you wanna take offense

And you talk a lot of shit

But got no shit inside yo pants bitch

I be on the grind

Everyday

I be out the box

Like a russian ak

She be sucking on my cock

Told that bitch okay

The way

She make it disappear

I’d pay

Good money

Drug money

Can’t deposit blood money

Wood honey

Cherry looking sunny

Reefer inside of my tummy

Funny bunny running from me

Imma blow up

Blow up

On allah imma blow up

I follow you won’t show up

Got shala bumpin' no fucks

Ytrid out my speakers

I be fighting all my teachers

Features

Gotta love what you don’t need

Weed hitting like a judo knee

Got pseudo, keys, and mushrooms pounds

And you know these won’t rush you down

We high as hell cause we below it

Heaven is the 7−11 cause I’m a broke kid

Speaking like a reverend lil darkie be on imam shit

Melon that I’m severing the devil is in my palm shit

Darkie hella maaad ain’t really with all the calm shit

I be dropping fire like striking you with a bomb shit