INDIAN WEAPONS - Eric North, Terror, Cxrpse

Ooh, I got it now bitch, I got it now bitch

I got it now bitch, bitch, bitch

I will make your corpse dance

Dumb bitch quit blurting out my name

Not the same, off the walls

Two vans holdin' K’s

No escaping this fate when situations outta hand

It’s a Panic!

at the Disco, MAC-11 make 'em dance

Get out my room little bitch you not fuckin' me

I learned my lesson 'bout groupies, no fun to me

You got a gun wit' no clip, you a wannabe

Blasian named Nicki but I call her bumblebee

I rode the beat like a horse wit' no saddle

She shaking my dick in her hand like a rattle

My dick and her throat hate each, other they battle

She bringing her bitches, I call 'em the cattle

I had a job interview with the devil and that nigga mad 'cause he not on my

level

I got a witch who was born in a coven

Her booty so thick that I call it a bevel

Internet niggas I’m calling you Neville

I enter her body like she is my vessel

I take your spirit and send it to heaven

Shoutout my jihadi in 7−11

He catching a body, around like 11

I’m making him spin wit' the shots from my .11

I feel like Ben 10 hitting licks wit a Kevin

We laundering money for Indian weapons

His big homie be hurt on the ground and he beggin'

He lucky he hurt and it’s only a blessing

Bring the horizon and count all your blessings

We in the horizon with illegal weapons

Do what I say then you won’t get shot

You used to sell Xans now I’m doin' a lot

I’m finna Uber to the block

Perc 30 in my Polo socks

Ride dirty with the Glock wit' the stock

Your man is hurtin', he ain’t spendin' them knots

Said he silent but he suck a cock

You used to sell on the block, where I’m famous

Nobody know you, I’m where the gang is at

We used to move from couch to couch

Fuck all that shit, I’m not safe in your house

Look at that nigga, he hatin' for clout

Where is your friends?

Get the fuck out

I fucked that bitch but she not on my body count

That is your wifey, I gotta thot her now

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

said he got Indian weapons

I knock off his head and give 'em depression

That bitch wanna fuck, I say «gimmie a second, I’m tryna cop me some Indian

weapons»

I’m finna ride on this beat like a Cerberus

Your bitch is wet, I’m callin' her Aquarius

I’m tryna work, I been tryna take care of shit

If it ain’t about me, then you know I’m not hearin' it

Ayy, bitch don’t talk to me (No)

You should be running from me (Bitch)

I got a pistol for you and your friends, I’m not making amends

I just want my revenge

You niggas are makin' me cringe, bitch I am energy, I’m a sin

Complicated, never-medicated, we been segregated

Fuckin' irritated, I been fuckin' wit' it, I’m in fuckin' pain, man

I been goin' crazy, nigga fuck some patience

Nigga fuck a conversation, where the correlation?

All the frustrations, send the location, bitch