Songtext zu 'Yokai' von 6ix9ine

For my cold killas, for my soul liftas
Body bag fillas, for my go gettas
Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa
Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa
For my cold killas, for my soul liftas
Body bag fillas, for my go gettas
Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa
Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa

Maniac, all black
Click clack, fall back
Take ya bitch, dog that
Flip switch, roach trap
Dead case, solve that
Gun clap, high hat
Click clack, absorb that
Boy, brrat, boy, brrat

Pistol to ya melon quit the yellin imma count to 3
Lowin on the block with my scums all surrounding me
Still up in the trap where the hustlers and the addicts be
Poppin shit'll get you split, turn into a tragedy
Beat you to a pulp, with a sock full of batteries
Shotty to ya dome make yo ass defy gravity
Fuckin bitches sake sippin nigga had to quit the lean
Young scummy money gettin scum gang matayean

Ruger spit, pop ya back I came up in the game was really doing it
Pop ya black I came up in the game was really shooting it
Move the piff, split the spliff release the pits
Screaming honey get the kids, screaming homie jump the fence
Purge the yay, ball of eight, have em twisting turning ways
Purge the yay, ball of eight, flip it double up the pay
Okay now chad did acid once and now he be hearing voices
I had to link with 69 because the beefing was pointless
Was closin curtains in the hearses while y'all boys was wearing purses
Servin service swerving in suburbans rims scraping the serpants

Put em in a coffin, toss em
Smother em, cover em
Dirt bed, "dead" white shirt said
Muzzle em, put him in a lot nail hammer and bang
Till my body break the chains its scum to the gang, (squad)

For my cold killas, for my soul liftas
Body bad fillas, for my go gettas
Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa
Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa
For my cold killas, for my soul liftas
Body bad fillas, for my go gettas
Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa
Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa