Tacet - TWISTED METAL lyrics

[Sample] Can't grip on that tec-9 Now its time to creep Hallow tip In the club Put s**ers in the deep [Verse 1: RAMIREZ] All my n***as' shooters, grippin' on the f**ing ruger Ice with the cake Put that busta' in his f**ing place Boy you still think you home, my bullets coming like his head Make ‘em do a back flip You looking like a rat mane b**h I am a peace And I'm the one that you don't test Lurking in the grave for some s**ers And they flesh Creepin' on the come up so you better place your bets Cos' these hallow tips Ranging from your chest to your neck You're not! f**ing with my gang doug I got cash all over my bank All up on to bring the sky tho' I'm alright bullets come down hitting any p**y in the way Invading your home Rouletting the game So one that's the big in the dirt So take us up there Take my chest and suit up my wrists I'm running by heaven to body to head [Outro] Can't grip on that tec-9 Now its time to creep Hallow tip In the club Put s**ers in the deep