[Intro]
Waste Disposal
[?]
W-Waste Disposal
[Chorus: Uxie]
Yeah-yeah, ha-ha
With the bros, always strapped like the army
He gon' need a vest, bullets try 'em like Hardy
Yeah-yeah
Beat him purple like Barnie
Grippin' a Tec-9, it's so alarming
Talk down (Blah-blah)
Lil' boy you a goner
Had to get this shit my way, I laundered
Oh, yeah, we stuff him in a locker
Dead body, dead body like Dahmer
[Verse 1: Albedo]
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
(Tsch)
Back up, I'll pull up with a Glock
I'ma aim it at his neck for you-ou-ou-ou-ou
Waste
And I tried so damn hard to be there
But fuck that, yeah, you nеver would've been therе
If he talkin' down on me, I got the heater
I do know I was [?] (Bah!)
I gotcha now
[Verse 2: Gash]
Askin' for a [?] for more
I been gettin' fed, even since I'm fatter
Talkin' nigga wet up like a faucet (Eugh)
Drop a body then we clean the whole deposit
Woah-woah
You could help me out
When I can't get a text from her
You just make it worse
Yeah, I can't do it anymore
Yeah, you be funny, you get worse
Yeah, you told me it's over
Bitch, you know that shit kinda hurts
[Verse 3: Humpherous]
Dead body in the grave like zombies
You don't wanna make me mad, shootin' bodies
I be getting mad, when I'm in a lobby
[?] packs up, blowing up [?]
I know she miss me, that's why she kissed me
[?]
Love's a drug
I always hate the comedown
I don't know, this shit won't come down
[Verse 4: W3S]
We gon' fucking touchdown, this knife gon' tear down all these clothes
[?] place, lights flashing like it's morse code
Left his body in the past, so where the fuck did my [?] go?
Talkin' on the 'net, tryna put me down
Yeah, that made me laugh
Bitch we post up with my gang, we gon' pull up in a bus
Pull up, [?] we goin' eighty on the [?]
That boy talkin' on the net, right here when it [?]
Get that boy up off my dick, he need to go and get a man
[Verse 5: Tixwmmy]
She said I'm a go-getter, yeah, I got a big bag
Money coming in, oh, fuck, yeah, I love that
They say that they love me, but I don't even text back
And I'm doing better things than your pathetic life, man
I can tell the future like a prophet (Oh)
Me and all my brothers going up and you can't stop it
Head up on a swivel, make you nauseous (Oh)
Bullets coming at you, better hope that you can dodge it
[Verse 6: Gela]
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I don't even care what you say, huh (Oh-oh)
Ridin' on the choppa, we gon' spray him (Oh-oh)
I don't really care, I don't want you, uh
Pull up to your place, choppa touch you, uh
Bitch went for a walk, I'ma pull up, light you up
I'ma pull up with that [?], uh
Fuck it, mix them up
That lil' bitch, he outta luck
'Cause when I pull up in my truck
He gon' be crying for his mama
I don't give a fuck
[Verse 7: Weial]
Oh, then we leave him in a casket
I don't really give a fuck 'bout what they say
I'll leave 'em splashing
Leave the body on the floor
You woulda thought that he was napping
Got some blood up on my jeans
I might just need a couple napkins
That bitch on my line, she tell me that she wanna fuck me
I can't fuck with all these hoes, I'm going insane, I'm really lonely
I'ma call up all my bros, and we might have to bring the [?] out
Got you looking at me the wrong way
Then you might just have to die now
[Chorus: Uxie]
Yeah-yeah, ha-ha
With the bros, always strapped like the army
He gon' need a vest, bullets try 'em like Hardy
Yeah-yeah
Beat him purple like Barnie
Grippin' a Tec-9, it's so alarming
Talk down (Blah-blah)
Lil' boy you a goner
Had to get this shit my way, I laundered
Oh, yeah, we stuff him in a locker
Dead body, dead body like Dahmer
