40 Years of Rain by Witchouse 40k Lyrics

I'ma flex
On these muthafuckers
Saber through they neck
Saber red
Mask all on my face I feel like Kylo Ren
When I pull up to the pit I put that hollow through yo chest
Heavy checks up on my chain I’m gaining pounds up on my neck

Blood on cement
I put yo head in the ground and my steel toe doin' the rest
Bitch
Hit wit' a tech, while I’m sippin' on tech, and I’m puttin' yo body rest
Made an investment, on a glick
No blick
I pass shots
Atcho clique
Get hit
You wig splittin' like split lip
Made his head spin, like a fidget aye

Hi
My name is witchy
I got da blicky lil hoe and I'm tommy grippin'
And I pull up on pussy if he lookin' iffy
My clip hold fifty
It got a stiffy
I, really wanna run the city
And I’m smokin' on the dope and now my name was simi
Face down, mask up, if you really
Wit' me
And I’m shootin' atcho crew, like my name was wiggy
I know
Pull up to a brand new city
Smokin' wita bad lil biddy
In da blacked out fendi
Trash, on the mask, I’m grinning
Neva hit a bitch I’m hitting
Her soul I’m stealin'

Pull up to a brand new city
Smokin' wita bad lil biddy
In da blacked out fendi
Trash, on the mask, I’m grinning
Neva hit a bitch I’m hitting
Her soul I’m stealin'

You a loser witch
You a stupid bitch
I’m just a loner
I be chillin' by my lonesome rollin' smokin' on some clover
Keep a 40 wita scope
Tell my mama that I’m sober
I stay flexin' like a ghost yo bitch she dome me in the corner
Caught another body, pistol in my fit yo fit from Abercrombie
You bitch
Fifty for a pack, keep 50 in the glocky
Ain’t nobody stop me, pop yo nose just like a stoppie
Feelin' godly sinking lower till my bones are rotten
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