Reptilian Club Boyz - Kratos



[Intro: Hi-C]
Heaven or Hell, let's rock!
Yung Hi-C in the house, nigga
Blood-Rain-fucking-Boys man, all these niggas tryna steal my fucking swag 'n shit nigga, I see how it's up, niggas man
Run up on y'all fuck niggas man, stepping on necks, bitch

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
Nigga want war, I feel like Kratos
Futuristic handgun just like Halo
Put a hole in his head like a bagel
Foreign whips, stick out just like J Lo
Spin a blunt, nigga, just like tornado
She pop a Skittle, now she taste the rainbow
Demon nigga pouring blood in a Faygo
You want a pipe, got hit with that K-Roll
Her face is like Stitch, my bitch look like Lilo
Fucking this bitch while you watch through the peephole
Run off on that nigga just like OchoCinco
Damn, now I gotta lay low
Casting a spell, slide in a Range Rover
Gotta die rich, I need them bankrolls
Gonna die broke, I need them pesos
Cast a love spell, she do what I say so
She on my dick, bitch Leggo my Eggo
Fuck on her friend, now I'm a a-hole
She sniffing K till she in the K-hole
Pouring up drank, R.I.P. Fredo
Air out the money, now my pockets preggo
My pockets preggo, just like Juno
I got the juice, tell me something I don't know
Fuckin' his bitch, and he still don't know
She in my DM's, that's why he mad at her
Pull up in Hellcat, not a Challenger
Chop a nigga up, just like Soulcalibur
Pouring up drank, until my stomach burst
[Bridge: Hi-C & (Diamondsonmydick)]
Yeah, Hi-C in this bitch, ReptilianClubBoyz man
(What, what, ayy)
Blood Rain Boys, bitch

[Verse 2: Diamondsonmydick]
Vampire gang, pouring blood in my double cup
Fuck that lil' bitch, she don't get no love
Tiny jeans, filled up with the blue bucks
These niggas pussy, just like Ladybug
Finna [?] her mouth like gold slugs
Talking shit, see me in person, don't do nun'
Count up the blood, I'm 'bout to pour up
Keep blowing my high, bitch, get the fuck off
Cast a love spell, hit yo' bitch from the side
He say he want smoke, nigga, why you ain't slide?
I wish you would try, get shot in yo' eye
Skinny nigga but this strap's inside
I'm the first nigga you met and I'm taxing
With the gang, chilling out in Manhattan
You know that you pussy, nigga stop acting
Mini choppa break him down like a fraction
Cuffing that bih, I know she a ho
Cast a love spell now she suckin' me slow
Pull up, pouring a four
Kick down yo' door, letting it go
Shoot that nigga, watch his soul leave his body
Ditch the strap, beat his ass like Baki
Taking souls, nigga, that is my hobby
Sacrifice a nigga, pull up in a foreign
Sipping blood, nigga, that's what I'm pourin'
Getting top from yo bitch, while I'm recording
(Pew pew) Nigga, it smell like a sauna
Just took a Xan, I'll see you in the morning

Comments

  • ×