CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : ORDEAL
Glizzy what you cookin' up?
Uh uh I pull up I'm flexing ya dig
I'm gettin' signals from yo b*t*h
Plus I be sniffin' on b*t*h
Don't talk to me while I'm linin' up yola
I got some strings on yo thot I control her
Couple perc' five's in the mothaf**kin' soda
I got some shooters they posted all over
Ay and I got this thing on my hip
And if you do same you gon' flip
But I promise that you will not die slow
I said that I like burning bodies I'm pryo
Pull up at the door b*t*h I look like a psyco
And yes I f**ker her she not even my type though
I need a b*t*h with a tight throat she ridin' d**k like a side hoe
Walk in this b*t*h [?]
f**k with the devil lil' b*t*h I came outta' hell
Your raps all fiction they just be some story tales
gon' need a mеmorial
Talkin' online now you in the Ordeal
Othеrs might cap but I got this sh*t for real
I'm always in drive I ain't talkin' bout' four wheel
f**k
Wait wait dunk on your b*t*h like O'Neal
Yellin this sh*t like what is yo hoes deal
Better keep quiet before we approach you
I'm in the field [?]
You play around and we just might be smokin' you
I'm with a b*t*h from LA at the W
Monsters be under yo bed best look under you
I'm putting acid on paper like scientists
Takin' this d**k she gon' some enlightenment
Hit up McDonalds and see if they hirin'
I pull out the chopper then we get to firin'
Broke motherf**kers they hittin' my line again
f**k what you say I'll p*ss on yo entitlement
*Knock Knock Knock*
(Hades)
Had to wet him up and then I put lil bro up in the dryer
Turn him to a missin' person got his face up on a flyer
When I'm in the field [?] because its dire
And I'm f**king on yo b*t*h in the AM no I'm not tired
Choppa knock the brains out of this fool and now he a flat tire
Gettin old you a sucker I think you need to retire
I be bouncin' off the walls I do some yola get hyper
b*t*h I really f**kin' trap you is just another typer
I get all up in the water [?]
I get all up in your daughter swear to God I can't deny her
I'm a pyromaniac why all my music f**king fire
Glock 22 all up on my side I grab it then I fire
f**k you gonna do if I'm with Christ and he with all the snipers
Like I'm Michael Myers
I be gripping on the chop so much I'm getting atheritis
Everything I'm touchin' turnin' gold I musta' got the Midas
Every time I see you goin' froze like you ain't right beside us
Crush em with the tip of my Tec and I ain't talking Linus
All my f**kin' music [?] like it got Coronavirus
I be sniffin' on that Miley Cirus clockin' on my sinus
I just bought me some brand new Margielas you still rock Osirus
I just put my finger on the trigger don't get me exited
If I slide into your shorts crib then I'm finna pipe it
Got yo homie rolled up in my blunt and I'm boutta' light it
Let me tell the story of a goofy who thought he could try it
These is VV diamonds
Diamonds round my neck I f**k yo b*t*h and I ain't even trying
Got her comin' back cause she found out that my d**k is giant
Catchin' everything like 2012 and I'm the New York Giants
Hit him with the pan cause a motherf**ker really fryin'
I'm a young whippersnapper the pu**y what I am after
Like I just killed yo dad I turned his son to a b*st*rd
And this a really real clapper
He thought he invincible until his head done got splattered
I cut the coke up with plaster
Like we ain't even get the finish b*t*h this sh*t is a master
All my numbers goin' up while all your numbers go backwards
I am so high I'm on Saturn
Can you not pick up the patterns this pistol leave your brain scattered
I whip my d**k out Mick Jagger
You like my shoes well I'm flattered
All yo raps are f**kin' make belive just like flatter
Plus yo shorty is built like a twig my b*t*hes ass fatter
Uh uh I pull up I'm flexing ya dig
I'm gettin' signals from yo b*t*h
Plus I be sniffin' on b*t*h
Don't talk to me while I'm linin' up yola
I got some strings on yo thot I control her
Couple perc' five's in the mothaf**kin' soda
I got some shooters they posted all over
Ay and I got this thing on my hip
And if you do same you gon' flip
But I promise that you will not die slow
I said that I like burning bodies I'm pryo
Pull up at the door b*t*h I look like a psyco
And yes I f**ker her she not even my type though
I need a b*t*h with a tight throat she ridin' d**k like a side hoe
Walk in this b*t*h [?]
f**k with the devil lil' b*t*h I came outta' hell
Your raps all fiction they just be some story tales
gon' need a mеmorial
Talkin' online now you in the Ordeal
Othеrs might cap but I got this sh*t for real
I'm always in drive I ain't talkin' bout' four wheel
f**k
Wait wait dunk on your b*t*h like O'Neal
Yellin this sh*t like what is yo hoes deal
Better keep quiet before we approach you
I'm in the field [?]
You play around and we just might be smokin' you
I'm with a b*t*h from LA at the W
Monsters be under yo bed best look under you
I'm putting acid on paper like scientists
Takin' this d**k she gon' some enlightenment
Hit up McDonalds and see if they hirin'
I pull out the chopper then we get to firin'
Broke motherf**kers they hittin' my line again
f**k what you say I'll p*ss on yo entitlement
*Knock Knock Knock*
(Hades)
Had to wet him up and then I put lil bro up in the dryer
Turn him to a missin' person got his face up on a flyer
When I'm in the field [?] because its dire
And I'm f**king on yo b*t*h in the AM no I'm not tired
Choppa knock the brains out of this fool and now he a flat tire
Gettin old you a sucker I think you need to retire
I be bouncin' off the walls I do some yola get hyper
b*t*h I really f**kin' trap you is just another typer
I get all up in the water [?]
I get all up in your daughter swear to God I can't deny her
I'm a pyromaniac why all my music f**king fire
Glock 22 all up on my side I grab it then I fire
f**k you gonna do if I'm with Christ and he with all the snipers
Like I'm Michael Myers
I be gripping on the chop so much I'm getting atheritis
Everything I'm touchin' turnin' gold I musta' got the Midas
Every time I see you goin' froze like you ain't right beside us
Crush em with the tip of my Tec and I ain't talking Linus
All my f**kin' music [?] like it got Coronavirus
I be sniffin' on that Miley Cirus clockin' on my sinus
I just bought me some brand new Margielas you still rock Osirus
I just put my finger on the trigger don't get me exited
If I slide into your shorts crib then I'm finna pipe it
Got yo homie rolled up in my blunt and I'm boutta' light it
Let me tell the story of a goofy who thought he could try it
These is VV diamonds
Diamonds round my neck I f**k yo b*t*h and I ain't even trying
Got her comin' back cause she found out that my d**k is giant
Catchin' everything like 2012 and I'm the New York Giants
Hit him with the pan cause a motherf**ker really fryin'
I'm a young whippersnapper the pu**y what I am after
Like I just killed yo dad I turned his son to a b*st*rd
And this a really real clapper
He thought he invincible until his head done got splattered
I cut the coke up with plaster
Like we ain't even get the finish b*t*h this sh*t is a master
All my numbers goin' up while all your numbers go backwards
I am so high I'm on Saturn
Can you not pick up the patterns this pistol leave your brain scattered
I whip my d**k out Mick Jagger
You like my shoes well I'm flattered
All yo raps are f**kin' make belive just like flatter
Plus yo shorty is built like a twig my b*t*hes ass fatter
