Trauma
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Trauma

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Kill

Yeah

Whole lot of money, a whole lot of trauma

Put down the bottle, and pull out the llama

Whole lot of weapons, a whole lot of drama

Bullets eject and I cannot rewind 'em

Put 'em in the dirt, it's on my momma

Lazy boy, glide, pop and recline 'em

Put his ass to work, had to remind 'em

Took 'em out, the crew, had to resign 'em

Mouthful of dope, had to go climbin'

Veins full of hate, mouthful of diamonds

Life full of deals, had to decline 'em

Knife to his neck, let me design ya

Pick your brain, nightlight I be shinin'

Five-course meals how we be dinin'

Hundred days, and a hundred nights

In the cemetery, yeah, that's where you find me

Good cutter, but I'm better with rhymin'

Good mother, but she swear I be lyin'

By the way, I'm in love with the violence

She look my way, and she like how I'm dyin'

Skeleton rise, bitch, I arisen

Came out the ground and got straight to my business

Two fingers up, how I step in my airs

I'm in the sector that you cannot visit, bitch

I'm on some other shit

Underground, underground

You on that other shit

I'm on some other shit

Underground, underground

Stop lyin' bitch

These bitches all talk, my wrist is all rocks

They deep in my demeanor so they nippy when they walk

These pussies all bark, I've yet to seen the spark

They actin' like they with it every day until it's dark (yeah, yeah)

Razor blade will make his face thinner

Put his body in some paint thinner

This ain't somethin' you can take with ya

Pussy boy will get his face lit up

She don't cook, she don't make dinner

This ain't somethin' you can take with ya

This ain't somethin' you can -

Pull up on 'em while he ironin' his sheets

I'ma put the fuckin' iron to your beak

He ain't got the fuckin' iron on 'em

Prolly put the motherfuckin' pliers to your teeth

Shot him while he on the ground bleedin'

Probably make a motherfucker virus-free

Book a flight up outta Ireland

And then we air the spot out at the Airbnb

I ain't never had a piece on me

I let BONES do all the ironin' for me

Only way we got a problem is if it's on my momma

I'ma leave you lyin' in the street