Sirens ft. Young Darry Lyrics

Stand off

Dumb motherfucker he think that I'm running

Dumb motherfucker he think he the devil

Dusting the fucker I'm picking my petals

I shoot

One in the chamber

I love the backup plan

Run him down now he gods biggest

Fan

Go meet him

Go meet him

Go meet him

While I pull out a shovel

Dumb motherfucker he thought he the devil

Dumb motherfucker he reached a new level

Ghostin' you fuckers

Ghostin' his clique

Ghostin' his moms

Ghostin' his bitch

He inky pinky and Clyde

I fucked on his Bonnie he thought she'd ride

But, he had to

Go meet him

Go meet him

Woo shit!

Call up the gang

We pull up, we hop out, we spray and we bang

Red holes in his shirt

We leavin a stain

Disappearin' like our last name was Blaine

You pity patty got some shit for your back

We outside, where the fuck are you at?

You look tired you should get some rest

You fallin asleep? Oh we'll leave a mess

Woo shit!

Woo shit!

Get a taste of this mac

Heard a sound what was that?

You stay strapped but you lack

Say you hard but you cap

You ain't on the motha fuckin time that we on

You ain't LeBron

You really not strong

You wearin a thong

You killin' our people but we're in the wrong