Ryelin [Verse 1]
♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Uh ♪ ♪
Ain't no way you stop the way we flowing in 'em ♪ ♪
My flow is venom ♪ ♪
My words is Spider-Man so watch me spin 'em ♪ ♪
And they do it more than trappin' ya ♪ ♪
'Cause they suck the blood straight out ya core ♪ ♪
So fuck it ♪ ♪
Just call me Dracula ♪ ♪
And yeah we trappin' ya ♪ ♪
Huntin' you down quick ♪ ♪
My sound sick ♪ ♪
Competition gets found quick ♪ ♪
So don't trip ♪ ♪
But to this day we ain't found shit ♪ ♪
Ha, wish I could say that I'm astonished ♪ ♪
But I'm not ♪ ♪
That's why I'm workin' out and tryna get them good reps ♪ ♪
I'm hot and you just dropped the ball ♪ ♪
You hearin' footsteps ♪ ♪
So tell me what's next ♪ ♪
I'll leave it in the stoop ♪ ♪
I got the fire, burn ya hair off ♪ ♪
And leave you lookin' like Lex (Luther)♪ ♪
Erica Ashe [Chorus]
Ooh ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Uh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪
Lukas James [Verse 2]
Insane in the main vain ♪ ♪
Your brain is gettin' like you were in Wayne County ♪ ♪
Or somethin' ♪ ♪
Are you bumpin' Luke Dykstra? ♪ ♪
My apostle's creed says nothin' ♪ ♪
Ha ♪ ♪
First John 3:16, for Gods who loved the world ♪ ♪
That he gave his only begotten son ♪ ♪
That we might not perish ♪ ♪
But have eternal life ♪ ♪
Jesus Christ came back for me ♪ ♪
I'm comin' back like the apostle's creed ♪ ♪
Bleedin' out, bleed you out ♪ ♪
I'm doin' fuckin' six flat ♪ ♪
Doin' drive-bys ♪ ♪
Just to fuckin' get my fuckin' gun game back ♪ ♪
I know Luke Dykstra ain't sick like that ♪ ♪
But I got so many guns ♪ ♪
They just all tatted back ♪ ♪
Racka tacka, yeah, I'm a cracker ♪ ♪
Who's a clit attacka' ♪ ♪
Erica Ashe [Chorus]
Ooh ♪ ♪ Uh ♪ ♪
Ryelin [Verse 3]
Steppin' out into the universe ♪ ♪
Gotta do it first, rip a verse ♪ ♪
Try to move the Earth, then hit reverse ♪ ♪
And run that shit back ♪ ♪
'Cause the way you see me steppin' on the beat ♪ ♪
Make you think that nigga run track ♪ ♪
And I might be, with my Nike's ♪ ♪
Striking, when the beat drops ♪ ♪
Looking like I'm lightning ♪ ♪
Lighting the game up, shit I done came up ♪ ♪
A nigga hot, so you hear me yellin' ♪ ♪
Flame up ♪ ♪
Yeah ♪ ♪
That's fantastic ♪ ♪
Bouncin' to the beat, like a rabbit ♪ ♪
Kill it, stab it ♪ ♪
Still fame, grab it ♪ ♪
Tell me how you stay fly? ♪ ♪
Hmm, habit, I'm gone, magic ♪ ♪
Ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Uh ♪ ♪
Ain't no way you stop the way we flowing in 'em ♪ ♪
My flow is venom ♪ ♪
My words is Spider-Man so watch me spin 'em ♪ ♪
And they do it more than trappin' ya ♪ ♪
'Cause they suck the blood straight out ya core ♪ ♪
So fuck it ♪ ♪
Just call me Dracula ♪ ♪
And yeah we trappin' ya ♪ ♪
Huntin' you down quick ♪ ♪
My sound sick ♪ ♪
Competition gets found quick ♪ ♪
So don't trip ♪ ♪
But to this day we ain't found shit ♪ ♪
Ha, wish I could say that I'm astonished ♪ ♪
But I'm not ♪ ♪
That's why I'm workin' out and tryna get them good reps ♪ ♪
I'm hot and you just dropped the ball ♪ ♪
You hearin' footsteps ♪ ♪
So tell me what's next ♪ ♪
I'll leave it in the stoop ♪ ♪
I got the fire, burn ya hair off ♪ ♪
And leave you lookin' like Lex (Luther)♪ ♪
Erica Ashe [Chorus]
Ooh ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Uh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪
Lukas James [Verse 2]
Insane in the main vain ♪ ♪
Your brain is gettin' like you were in Wayne County ♪ ♪
Or somethin' ♪ ♪
Are you bumpin' Luke Dykstra? ♪ ♪
My apostle's creed says nothin' ♪ ♪
Ha ♪ ♪
First John 3:16, for Gods who loved the world ♪ ♪
That he gave his only begotten son ♪ ♪
That we might not perish ♪ ♪
But have eternal life ♪ ♪
Jesus Christ came back for me ♪ ♪
I'm comin' back like the apostle's creed ♪ ♪
Bleedin' out, bleed you out ♪ ♪
I'm doin' fuckin' six flat ♪ ♪
Doin' drive-bys ♪ ♪
Just to fuckin' get my fuckin' gun game back ♪ ♪
I know Luke Dykstra ain't sick like that ♪ ♪
But I got so many guns ♪ ♪
They just all tatted back ♪ ♪
Racka tacka, yeah, I'm a cracker ♪ ♪
Who's a clit attacka' ♪ ♪
Erica Ashe [Chorus]
Ooh ♪ ♪ Uh ♪ ♪
Ryelin [Verse 3]
Steppin' out into the universe ♪ ♪
Gotta do it first, rip a verse ♪ ♪
Try to move the Earth, then hit reverse ♪ ♪
And run that shit back ♪ ♪
'Cause the way you see me steppin' on the beat ♪ ♪
Make you think that nigga run track ♪ ♪
And I might be, with my Nike's ♪ ♪
Striking, when the beat drops ♪ ♪
Looking like I'm lightning ♪ ♪
Lighting the game up, shit I done came up ♪ ♪
A nigga hot, so you hear me yellin' ♪ ♪
Flame up ♪ ♪
Yeah ♪ ♪
That's fantastic ♪ ♪
Bouncin' to the beat, like a rabbit ♪ ♪
Kill it, stab it ♪ ♪
Still fame, grab it ♪ ♪
Tell me how you stay fly? ♪ ♪
Hmm, habit, I'm gone, magic ♪ ♪
Ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪
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