Low Life
Axe Murder Boyz Lyrics

Klick-Klack!

Shoot a motherfucker in the face (yuh)
Everybody tough until they break (yuh)
Mentally I'm living in a cage (yuh)
I ain't really looking to escape (nah)
Happy when I'm crazy, can't nobody save me
Bet I'm getting pussy that's why
All your homies hate me
Bet I'm getting money selling Records out the basement
Fuck you lil pussy bet you
Never gonna say shit (bet)
I ain't have to take an L yet (bet)
Getting jiggy with it, Will Smith (bet)
Cause your woman want a real dick (bet)
Fucking you and she don't feel shit (nyet)
Ain't nothing I just had to
Say something stay fronting
One day you gon end up in a grave from a
Roll another one and a
Cookie and bake something
Somebody turn the bass up and
I ain't gotta change nothing
Bitch I have been dope, sharp like Ginsu
Mean motherfucker and all my kin folk
Hoes I pimp those, flow I kick those
Sick I spit so suck my dick hoe
Shining underneath the stage lights (aight)
And my bitches pussy stay tight (aight)
MNE the Family and I (right)
Bet I be a magic samurai (hi yah)

You can call me a lowlife
Ima still go get paid (Ima get paid)
Blunt smoke in the cold night
You ain't tryna run no fade
(you ain't want no smoke)
Lunatic in my soul right
Don't you ever come my way
(westside, eastside)
Or I'ma have to dig another hole like
This is where your body gon stay (fuck it)

Now you call me a lowlife
But your perception of me really isn't
Important to what I am
I been a lunatic understand gotta
A lot of responsibilities
Kill em all I think again
I been really thinking if I
Did away with everybody
All up and away I can
Run game like a marathon
Lemme carry on like a free
Bird from the C word
On the D head call me out by my name again
And I paint em in a bad light like overcast
But you won't last in the bad side die fast
I'm a Killa with an attitude and
An axe that'll splatter you
Tell me who to bring the battle to

Pull up, pull up
All they ever say is pull up
And if you pull up
The motherfuckers wanna spill a


And you can ask and my moms and my pops
I didn't even think you'd
Care what I thought
When you said to bring it and I brought it
(yeah) 50 people sitting on your lawn (yeah)
Should've just left us alone (yeah)
Now you bitches can't leave at all (yeah)
I don't think you really understand
The kinda people that you're bringing
Out the evil in
Maybe you'll believe it when
A demon standing on
Your ceiling swinging like a ceiling fan
You ain't feeling what I'm feeling fam
Believe me you couldn't handle
What I'm dealing with
So quit thugging on the internet
'Fore I put an end to
You quicker than a cigarette

You can call me a lowlife
Ima still go get paid (Ima get paid)
Blunt smoke in the cold night
You ain't tryna run no fade
(you ain't want no smoke)
Lunatic in my soul right
Don't you ever come my way
(westside, eastside)
Or I'ma have to dig another hole like
This is where your body gon stay (fuck it)

Don't you know you fucking with your life
(uh)
Heard you talking shit about the crew (uh)
Stab a motherfucker with the knife, uh
Let a hater know we coming through (uh)
What you calling me a lowlife for
Don't you know all I do is level up (up, up)
I'm gonna see my light shine bright tho
Might go take a fucking blade and make a cut
(cut, cut) and I'm gonna get paid (Batman)
Coming to your aid
Living in a motherfucking cave
If you woke up today and
You still got your face
Mean you didn't catch a
Motherfucking fade no way
Cut some shit you just did just lie
Don't got no motherfucking alibi
So when the fucking fire
Be coming up behind me
He gon be the one to fucking die
What you think you know about that
Backhand motherfuckers getting slapped
Got a bitch chilling up in my lap
Don't get fucked up man it's a trap
T W-IZ T-ID and the
Garcia brothers don't play
If you got something to say about that
Just don't you ever come my way cause

You can call me a lowlife
Ima still go get paid (Ima get paid)
Blunt smoke in the cold night
You ain't tryna run no fade
(you ain't want no smoke)
Lunatic in my soul right
Don't you ever come my way
(westside, eastside)
Or I'ma have to dig another hole like
This is where your body gon stay (fuck it)

You can call me a lowlife
Ima still go get paid (Ima get paid)
Blunt smoke in the cold night
You ain't tryna run no fade
(you ain't want no smoke)
Lunatic in my soul right
Don't you ever come my way
(westside, eastside)
Or I'ma have to dig another hole like
This is where your body gon stay (fuck it)

You can call me a lowlife
Ima still go get paid (Ima get paid)
Blunt smoke in the cold night
You ain't tryna run no fade
(you ain't want no smoke)
Lunatic in my soul right
Don't you ever come my way
(westside, eastside)
Or I'ma have to dig another hole like
This is where your body gon stay (fuck it)

Muerte