Bawsaq by Clav Lyrics
[Chorus: rejectedreyna]
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
[Verse 1: Eater]
Fake generation, I don't think you don't have a face
You can suck my dick, cause I'm making this based
You can make this face, [?] in my face
Bitch, we're not the same, you fuckin' [?]
If you ever get too tough, put a bullet through my brain
Cause I don't want a tragic, start a fuckin' break
So bring myself you're waiting, you ever finna say
I think I'm gonna break, I think I'm gonna break
I think I'm gonna break, I think it'll drop today
These thoughts in my head, you see that's not my brain
I'mma need your fame, I be posting my breath
The end of the world is when you're dead
[Chorus: rejectedreyna]
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
[Verse 2: Guap Sensei]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I take his eyes out with a spoon, then put them in a bowl
Walkin' down I got this spoon, I might put it at his throat
Runnin' up on you when you act like 69
Snatch your heart, 3 fists and a riptide
Finish out in 4 pieces, mess up your five senses
Breakdown your skin and eat it
Pay for a better clip that you ate it
Yeah
[Bridge: Guap Sensei]
You'll make it better for the fun side
Cause you met up with my death side, I guess I'll finish, go outside
Yeah
You'll make it better for the fun side
Cause you met my death side, I guess I'll finish, go outside
[Verse 3: clavé]
I must be a schizoid way my money fucking talk
Bitch you run your fucking mouth leave your body in the chalk
Way I'm scouting out these bands bitch I feel like I'm a hawk
Call his bitch a fuckin door how your body getting knocked
Bitch
I feel like I'm at the bubble bowl the way I got them bands
Run his fucking mouth but I know I will never see his hands
All the fucking money in my pockets Imma rip my pants
Call my hoe a witch the brain make that bitch levitate enchant
I'm in your system you call me a tumor
And Guap hold the camera, bitch, I'm the shooter
Yo bitch must be dumb, cuz she think I won't shoot her
Yo bitch call me Robert, she down on my junior
My pockets fucking fat, I feel like Mrs. Puff
My shotgun hit like Gary, I hit you with the slug
Big six shots, bro her head is fuckin' bleedin'
[?] remind you we ain't breathing
Put you with the dogs
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
[Verse 1: Eater]
Fake generation, I don't think you don't have a face
You can suck my dick, cause I'm making this based
You can make this face, [?] in my face
Bitch, we're not the same, you fuckin' [?]
If you ever get too tough, put a bullet through my brain
Cause I don't want a tragic, start a fuckin' break
So bring myself you're waiting, you ever finna say
I think I'm gonna break, I think I'm gonna break
I think I'm gonna break, I think it'll drop today
These thoughts in my head, you see that's not my brain
I'mma need your fame, I be posting my breath
The end of the world is when you're dead
[Chorus: rejectedreyna]
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
Stab, stab, and I'll stab you
Get to rippin' out your eyes, I'll do it for the cash, bruh
Hide the body with the fishes [?] when I smash ya'
Fake tunnel vision, and I think they don't act tough
[Verse 2: Guap Sensei]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I take his eyes out with a spoon, then put them in a bowl
Walkin' down I got this spoon, I might put it at his throat
Runnin' up on you when you act like 69
Snatch your heart, 3 fists and a riptide
Finish out in 4 pieces, mess up your five senses
Breakdown your skin and eat it
Pay for a better clip that you ate it
Yeah
[Bridge: Guap Sensei]
You'll make it better for the fun side
Cause you met up with my death side, I guess I'll finish, go outside
Yeah
You'll make it better for the fun side
Cause you met my death side, I guess I'll finish, go outside
[Verse 3: clavé]
I must be a schizoid way my money fucking talk
Bitch you run your fucking mouth leave your body in the chalk
Way I'm scouting out these bands bitch I feel like I'm a hawk
Call his bitch a fuckin door how your body getting knocked
Bitch
I feel like I'm at the bubble bowl the way I got them bands
Run his fucking mouth but I know I will never see his hands
All the fucking money in my pockets Imma rip my pants
Call my hoe a witch the brain make that bitch levitate enchant
I'm in your system you call me a tumor
And Guap hold the camera, bitch, I'm the shooter
Yo bitch must be dumb, cuz she think I won't shoot her
Yo bitch call me Robert, she down on my junior
My pockets fucking fat, I feel like Mrs. Puff
My shotgun hit like Gary, I hit you with the slug
Big six shots, bro her head is fuckin' bleedin'
[?] remind you we ain't breathing
Put you with the dogs