Fatality
Yeah, look
A lot you rapping mothafuckas can’t even rap tho
I be creeping and coming up on the cash flow
I ain’t speaking to no one cuz imma asshole
Til I’m pulling upon em inside a lambo
You ain’t really ready for this axe murder bidness
Huh
Bonez and Young Wicked
Huh
Every year we coming’s like Christmas
Huh
And we coming we bring in the fuckin sickness
What
And imma leave ya bleeding
Imma feed the demons
Disturbing the peace
I don’t need a reason
I murder the beat
Release diseases
Put them hands up
Like u tryna reach for Jesus
Don’t nobody move or imma reach for heaters
And put alll you mothafuckas 6 feet beneath us
All u enemies never can do shit to beat us
You don’t wanna admit but ya bitch believe us
And this underground shit is life style
Imma rock it for the people like an eyebrow
Coming out of Colorado bitch I’m finna ride out
Killin mas broad day when it’s nice out
Bitch I bringing the storm better ring the alarm
Ima king he a pawn
Better leave me alone
And I ain’t wit all of that hoe shit he on
They gone learn what it is when
I’m bringin em one
Fatality
Chorus:
Fatal, fatal, fatal
Dis right here is fatal
Grindin for the queso
Y’all are soft as play dough
And we
Fatal, fatal, fatal, fatality
Fatal, fatal, fatal, fatality
Fatal, fatal, fatal
Dis right here is fatal
Grindin for the queso
Y’all are soft as play dough
And we
Fatal, fatal, fatal, fatality
Fatal, fatal, fatal, fatality
Bonez verse:
It’s about time to kill someone
What the fuck have you all become
Shit talkin like you be the one
Spit you out like some chewing gum
Comin at me would be mental
Cuz I’ll put two in your temple
Knockin out all of yo dental
And it wouldn’t be accidental cuz
Bitch you wack
I’m bringing it back
And put you in yo fuckin place
Kano attack
Rip out your heart &
Punch you in yo fuckin face
I’m out on the road
You think you is famous bitch you unknown
You look hella old but try to be young
Nobody believe you do what your told
And lock up your home
But that won’t stop Bonez
already inside
Cuz I’m fuckin cold
I’m fuckin ya bitch
Cuz I got her stoned
So Gimme dem chips
Cuz I know you fold
I be makin that queso
What’s with all of the hate ho
Making you bleed out the nasal
Comin with a warning label cuz I’m
Chorus:
Fatal, fatal, fatal
Dis right here is fatal
Grindin for the queso
Y’all are soft as play dough
And we
Fatal, fatal, fatal, fatality
Fatal, fatal, fatal, fatality
Fatal, fatal, fatal
Dis right here is fatal
Grindin for the queso
Y’all are soft as play dough
And we
Fatal, fatal, fatal, fatality
Fatal, fatal, fatal, fatality