Yung Plague - f** Boy Blood Bath lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Plague] Shut the f** up, b**h Talkin sh** When the 6-10 splits get off and take a left on St. Bernard Drive a little bit Then it hits Oh sh**! You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit With a pit in the yard Feed you to my dog then I yawn Bury your bones until dawn Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed b**h, I'll sleep when I'm dead Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag from my f**ing Feet up to my head [Verse 2: $crim] s**a busta f** that b**h Ain't got no friends they all turned snitch Trust no one they bound to switch Trust no b**h just give them dick Gutta south pimp with the gold on my wrist Empty the clip 'til the chamber go click No faking no flodgin my record legit I'm banking and dodgin from five-o my clique Cut throat cut dope with the all black blade Sniff coke f** hoes while I'm laying in the shade I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave And if you can't tell b**h I'm f**ing insane Pop pop pop pop make the bodies go drop Busting these s**as and swerving on cops Almighty 59 ain't got time for no ops 666 I'm so damn high