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JPEGMAFIA - Rainbow Six (feat. Yung Midpack) Lyrics

[Intro] Cunty Cunty Cunty [Sample] [Refrain: Yung Midpack] Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop [Verse 1: Yung Midpack] Pull up on yo block with the pistol Slap you up nigga little boy just dismiss you I don't give a fuck right punch its official I don't give little nigga you need tissue For your fucking face Cause it's full of the blood Blood Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody Blood Smack you fucking up Nigga I take a stub Grab you fucking up nigga Put you in the trunk Vertically nigga I take you to the dump Me nigga I -- [Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA] What you niggas want! Got that thang in the trunk! What you niggas need! Pills Crack Coke Weed [Chorus: JPEGMAFIA] I don't wanna hit em with the K (Lord forgive me I'm sorry!) I don't wanna hit em with the K (Hit em all in the body!) I'ma have to go and be the bad man Baby I'm put him in his place I'ma have to do it to you baby (I just caught another body!) I'ma have to give him something 'mazing (Hit em all in the body!) Tell 'em when I'm talking to my baby [Refrain: JPEGMAFIA] Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop [Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA] It's the young alt-right menace What a pistol to a pennant Treat a writer like a peasant nigga huh Surface level niggas never get it Fuck a rating and a cynic Always talking never living nigga huh I don't make no music for these niggas Say they wanna be a critic ' But they cannot take no critcism huh Nigga we the junkies they the dealers I be rapping They be triggered You be writing I'm a killer Nigga What! Fuck is this song? Fuck is my whip! Fuck up your streams! I got the rips! Skinny and paid! I'm Taylor Swift! We at your job Catch you on shift Nigga you gone... I don't like you.. Niggas don't want it.. [Chorus 3] Lord forgive me I'm sorry Hit em all in the body Lord forgive me I'm sorry I just caught another body Hit em all in the body I had to get some money [Outro] I don't wanna be alone It's so hard for me to trust you baby I'm around you baby I got so much on me 40 I'd drown you baby I don't wanna drown you baby I just wanna love you baby I got too much for me Oh my god I'm so weak Holy fuck, I'm lonely