Dead Dragon
Xavier Wulf
Nowadays they always switch the subject
To some stupid shit
Now you see me ticked and pissed
I'm trippin' I can't handle it
Every time you see me eyes
Lower than a dead man
Red dragon Wulf tangled up
Into a hellish rant
King Ice Cobra Fang Style
Fuck your forty-tech
Leave it up to me I leave 'em twisted
Where you see 'em at?
I don't give no fuck about you punk bitches
Never that trying to sneak on me you ain't
Focused nigga watch your back
Pull up too quick split you
Open then I crawl back
Diamond tears came dark red due
To the blood shed pull up to the ark
Blades glisten in the pitch dark
Built my whole career getting
Faded with a pitchfork
I don't give no fuck bout none of
You niggas it go either or
People tried to play the game with
Me but I got better scores
Thunder Crow Wulf Claw Style now
You see me soar
Niggas acting shady give no fuck
Play me I'll leave 'em sore
Bitch I'm finna cop the Celsior
Switch to sui doors
We ain't from The Pack but we
Really ride them scrapers boy
Hit the curb slow at a angle yeah, that a boy
Static bags
Whatever we rocking nigga we enjoy
Pull off from the clique blunt
Burning in the moonlight
I knew I was right left that
Girl and had a better night
She said, "So you single?"
I said, "Bingo bitch you damn right"
Now you see me fading smoking
Waiting for my next fight you bitch
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