IDONTFLINCH by Witchouse 40k Lyrics
[Intro]
Gunshots and dog barking
[Hook: Lil6ixxx]
Bitch I'm dead, from the brain down what you talkin’ bout
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'ma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Bitch I’m dead, from the brain down what you talkin' bout
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'ma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
I'ma broke boy now
Float down, in the listerine
Nicotine, all up in my bloodstream
Ketamine
Spiderweb scope, red beam
Comin' out a dream
Wake up on the scene
Look at me
Hell is heavenly
Click clack
Leave his ego in the dirt
Fuck a mozzy in a hearse
Made a mask out all my shirts
Huh
Pop a perc
Smoke a sack and head to work
With the goblins in the earth
All my homies introverts
Hoe
[Hook: Lil6ixxx]
Bitch I'm dead, from the brain down what you talkin' bout
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I’ma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can’t hear em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Bitch I'm dead, from the brain down what you talkin’ bout
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'ma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
[Verse 2: Witchouse 40k]
Mopstick, gonna shoot em out the cockpit
Thot bitch, got her fuckin' homie that’s a promise
Lock pick, pull up on pussy in the comments
Vomit, sucking dick but lookin' like a novice
Yuh
Load a round
Smoke em out
Out da whip
Out da house
Blow a pound
Now I got a bitch, bringing the window down
Pull up wit the gang, Hellhounds with a body count
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Babylon!
Regiment!
Head hung
Sediment
In the bong
Reppin' Nephilim
Summon em up
Fuckin' em up
Better run home
Load a mop stick made a bones at your megadome
Never calling home, 'cause I'm all alone
Water in my tomb, scratching at the stones
Looking at the moon, as I move along, move alone
Summoning up a ghost for the conversations
Gunshots and dog barking
[Hook: Lil6ixxx]
Bitch I'm dead, from the brain down what you talkin’ bout
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'ma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Bitch I’m dead, from the brain down what you talkin' bout
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'ma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
I'ma broke boy now
Float down, in the listerine
Nicotine, all up in my bloodstream
Ketamine
Spiderweb scope, red beam
Comin' out a dream
Wake up on the scene
Look at me
Hell is heavenly
Click clack
Leave his ego in the dirt
Fuck a mozzy in a hearse
Made a mask out all my shirts
Huh
Pop a perc
Smoke a sack and head to work
With the goblins in the earth
All my homies introverts
Hoe
[Hook: Lil6ixxx]
Bitch I'm dead, from the brain down what you talkin' bout
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I’ma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can’t hear em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Bitch I'm dead, from the brain down what you talkin’ bout
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'ma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
[Verse 2: Witchouse 40k]
Mopstick, gonna shoot em out the cockpit
Thot bitch, got her fuckin' homie that’s a promise
Lock pick, pull up on pussy in the comments
Vomit, sucking dick but lookin' like a novice
Yuh
Load a round
Smoke em out
Out da whip
Out da house
Blow a pound
Now I got a bitch, bringing the window down
Pull up wit the gang, Hellhounds with a body count
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Babylon!
Regiment!
Head hung
Sediment
In the bong
Reppin' Nephilim
Summon em up
Fuckin' em up
Better run home
Load a mop stick made a bones at your megadome
Never calling home, 'cause I'm all alone
Water in my tomb, scratching at the stones
Looking at the moon, as I move along, move alone
Summoning up a ghost for the conversations