🎵 MUGSHOT // by KXLLSWXTCH

14 ContributorsMUGSHOT Lyrics [Intro] Yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah Uh [Pre-Chorus] .38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man Dual-wield this heat, that’s murder both hands Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep With the stick on the hip, no staff Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash [Chorus] Run, little punk, you fucked up Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump [Verse] Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some dick Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent I slang dick ’til her pussy need maintеnance Got bloodstains on me, still don't wanna change thе fit She got a big butt, Malcolm, put my dick in the middle Bitch, I got big bucks, stickin' to the green like the Riddler Wanna act up? Pussy, put this stick to your dental Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith My new toy cock back, this'll blow your shit— Like, lay flat, like silhouettes Am I psycho? (Uh) Just a little bit You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness Aim one eye closed, bitch, I feel like Slick Rick Don't get too close, you pay God a visit Point-blank headshot, think you need assistance Like Simon, do what I say so She fuck on me then my kin, hm You so fake, when you wake up Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh Something wrong with my mental Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh Ryokan, ain't no peace, y’all Persist to fuck with my zen, uh [Pre-Chorus] .38 tucked, feelin’ like Mega Man Dual-wield this heat, that's murder both hands Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck ’cause my bands TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep With the stick on the hip, no staff Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash [Chorus] Run, little punk, you fucked up Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump (Okay)