Fyrd Up

Pretty pretty nine, spinning spinning blind Fitting into crime, itch to fuck and grind Death Grips is online, drinking from its spine Living till I’m fine, pretty pretty nine Color me a cult, echo in my throat Cut it for a smoke, took it for a spin Spun it out to float, blew me as a friend Fuck it, I’ma go, Death Grips is online Black Madonna womb, collar for a goon Suck it till you’re stole, steal me a new role Hunger of a chain, through this mud cling Don’t let you pose on a blue rose Lick a lick a grim, set it chrome again Chemical to learn, load it up and gleam Sprinter out a curve, shooting up a scene Bitter end to share, blotter in the air Punks get nailed all in the daytime And I got good friends who love to headline with a- Pretty, pretty nine, pity, pity motherfucker Pretty, pretty nine in your city, motherfucker No laws here, airsoft start popping off That flack get quit snitches wear Pretty, pretty nine, pretty, pretty nine Punks get nailed all in the daytime And I got good friends who love to headline with a- Dirty, dirty, strip mall sugar Melody to hail, symphony to dick Jealousy to file, entropy to flip Felony, you buy, indica, I rip Hella, hella hot flagging like I’m not Vanish as I can damage as I been Ultra other shit minus all the trim Catalyst to milk, memory to stiff Break it to the hilt, fuck it like a kiss Paper tiger boss, p***y wanna front Shake it like the law, only cool to hunt Take it like a hint, miss it, get the dick Climber, get a jerk, super ape as shit Nightly on a tram, knuckle white the stance Phaedra ‘hind the cam, work us in a trance Lock us in her van, drive us outer space Day we never land, only thing I’ll taste Punks get nailed all in the daytime And I got some friends who'd love to headline with a- Pretty, pretty nine, pity, pity motherfucker Pretty, pretty nine, in your city, motherfucker No laws here, airsoft start popping off That flack get quit snitches wear Pretty, pretty nine, pretty, pretty nine Got good friends who'd love to headline --- Fyrd Up - Death Grips