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Vanish

 

Vanish

(album: 438 - 2021)


Less talking
Tough gunshot in a boy mouth
Genahsyde, the clip full up a poison
Dawg, come make we find him house
Rifle a do the best barking
When you see the swamp, no trespassing
Rest it in a chest more time but a headshot me like the most
Boy

Face get buss off
Case get buss off
Head top lift up like toe when it buck off
Rifle in a hand, nothing no need fi tuck off
Taurus no holy, just need fi dust off
Circle the pussy with the pumpy, cut-off
Can't see no sea and me see bare man a chuck off
Go suck your mumma, you no bad a bomboclaat
You no have no sense, how you fi diss and war no start?

Pussy dead from the first off
The killer them no soft (Boom)
Barrel a clear like say me go off
Pussy them a gun bag, a ends them a hold off
Badness man a study, and me no skull no class

Catch you 'pon the nozzle and me buss your head so fast
Left you 'pon the grave and your little life you lost
Me and me gun a travel, that no bury under no grass
Cho rass
Brawling, we flick your bat, no [?]

Point it and squeeze (Yeah)
Boy vanishing tonight
Point it and squeeze (Now, gunman)
Boy vanishing tonight
Point it and squeeze
Boy vanishing tonight
Point it and squeeze
Vanish

War them want get, war them gon' get
Rifle them out, the dawg them [?] (Crocs)
Run in a your place, I man kill all pet
A so me trigger finger race from man see target
1syde coming in from [?]
We d'even need cash, fi pay them one check
Stay there gwan fret
You no even get corn yet
The sixteen sound sweet, them swear a Garnett
Dress up like the feds, a run in 'pon them (Police)
What 'mount a shot me start squeeze 'pon them
Gun yah buss sweet like me hit song them
A cry, me a overdue, me should a do it from when
A no real don them, catch him a rub out weed and blem
Rapid up the 'matic (Watch it), friend a bleed 'pon friend
Six-six piece in a them head, a no peace me a send
Click, click, squeeze, a man a dead
Left the streets full a spent

Boy vanishing tonight (Yeah)
Boy vanishing tonight
Point it and squeeze
Boy vanishing tonight
Point it and squeeze (Yeah man)
Boy vanishing tonight
Point it and squeeze
Vanish (Vanish)

Less talking
Tough gunshot in a boy mouth
Genahsyde, the clip full up a poison
Dawg, come make we find him house
Rifle a do the best barking
When you see the swamp, no trespassing
Rest it in a chest more time but a headshot me like the most
Dunw3ll

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