Exodar – Death Sentence
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Death Sentence

Intro:

This is gonna go brazy as hell
This is gonna go brazy as hell
This is gonna go crazy as hell
This beat, it goes brazy as hell
This is gonna go brazy as hell
This is gonna go brazy as hell
This is gonna go crazy as hell
This beat, it goes brazy as hell

Chorus:

I’m sick of the fake ones
I got too many girls, I can’t pick one
I still got a stick, tucked
I make 50 just like Buck
Milwaukee like the Bucks
Run up on me, you get shot up

Verse 1:

That’s how I do, I swerve to the left
Put bullets in your chest
Where I come from, everyone is Damon Arnette
Run up on me, and your next
No feature with me, if no brеad
I needed God in the first place, but I lookеd over to xannies instead
To you I will not expend
I’ll give the death sentence
To you I will condemn
You the opposite of a friend
You should try to see God in the end
You just an impediment
You just are a pessimist
My wallet as big as an elephant

Chorus:

I’m sick of the fake ones
I got too many girls, I can’t pick one
I still got a stick, tucked
I make 50 just like Buck
Milwaukee like the Bucks
Run up on me, you get shot up
You know I am a stoner
That’s what I blame on shooting it up
Yeah, so Exodar?

Instrumental Bridge:

Chorus:

I’m sick of the fake ones
I got too many girls, I can’t pick one
I still got a stick, tucked
I make 50 just like Buck
Milwaukee like the Bucks
Run up on me, you get shot up
You know I am a stoner
That’s what I blame on shooting it up

Verse 2:

Yeah, I’m sick of the fake ones, I already said
I’m gonna shoot you, until you are dead
You already know, The Party Never Ends
Give all y’all commands, I feel like Moses
Yeah, I’m sick of the fake ones, I already said
This firearm masterpiece will put them to bed
Wear number eighty-two, I sure feel like lead

Chorus:

I’m sick of the fake ones
I got too many girls, I can’t pick one
I still got a stick, tucked
I make 50 just like Buck
Milwaukee like the Bucks
Run up on me, you get shot up
You know I am a stoner

Bridge:

Imma be straight up with you
Run up on me, and I’ll whip out the .2
Hate to say I don’t lie, cause that ain’t the truth
Her entire body is a plate of food

Verse 3:

Yeah, I’m on the drugs
This is a war, like tug
But when push comes to shove
Imma go way up above
I’m gonna blow way up
To the sun, Imma say wassup
In nine months, Imma say wassup
I’m cautious, keep that .40 tucked
Yeah, I’m cautious
I’m anxious
Rambunctious
I’m thankless
Yeah, I’m cautious
I’m anxious
Rambunctious
I’m thankless
Yeah, I’m cautious
I’m anxious
Rambunctious
I’m thankless
Yeah, I’m cautious
I’m anxious
Rambunctious
I’m thankless

Chorus:

I’m sick of the fake ones
I got too many girls, I can’t pick one
I still got a stick, tucked
I make 50 just like Buck
Milwaukee like the Bucks
Run up on me, you get shot up
You know I am a stoner
That’s what I blame on shooting it up
I’m sick of the fake ones
I got too many girls, I can’t pick one
I still got a stick, tucked
I make 50 just like Buck
Milwaukee like the Bucks
Run up on me, you get shot up
You know I am a stoner
That’s what I blame on shooting it up

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