1. |
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Bitch I'm that mothafucka you don't wanna fuck with
I keep a Glock right by my side ready to bust shit
You thought that you could act up but there's repercussions
Bitch I don't give a mother fuck cause I'm disgusting
Bring your crucifixes cause I'm spreading like the plague
Welcome to the black abyss, where your soul cannot be saved
Deep inside the mystic fog a dead man rises from his grave
They still know me in the hood, as the one who is not named
Standing by the fence I make a oath, and then I sacrifice
Baphomet rise from your throne, I sit here and give I you life
Blood is dripping from the ceiling dwelling having evil visions
Popping on the shotty, but Ramirez bout to pull and kill it
Murder running through my mind, go get ya bible
This the one that sits up in the dark, that Jesus rival
Step into the chamber with the tortures and the psycho
Falling to your fucking knees and beg for your survival
Yeah!
Bitch, I’m that Godzilla you don’t wanna start with (Huh?)
I'm bloody nose, it’s the crowd killa in the moshpit (Okay)
When I enter into your life, it is a plot twist
Then end your story, you don't have no other option (Yeah!)
Bring you into hell, and then I go into your burial (Huh?)
Sad to say you goin' deeper down in lower areas (Uh-huh)
Make it rainin' fish and frogs, oh Jesus, what a miracle (Okay)
They bow to the dog because resistance was illogical (Wassup?)
Spread my plague (Yeah!)
Dead eye, rage (Yeah!)
Drink the punch into my daze (Yeah!)
Spread my plague (Yeah!)
Rise from graves (Yeah!)
Go tell mom, "It’s not a phase" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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2. |
Nine Shots (Hitler Diss)
02:27
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This red dot that I'm holding, got me feeling like I'm Vader
Fuck the force, I got this Glock, I'm in the Death Star fucking lair
A gorilla in the jungle bitch I'm running with them gators
I'm jumping out the fucking bushes, with the blamey, I'm the terminator
Hold that thought just let me say
Body bag a mother fucker with no delay
Bow down on your knees and pray that you don't get caught while fucking with the Gray
Make you dig your own grave
Running [?] and you know what I say
Bloody stain, leave no trace, stepping out the flames when it's judgement day
Lurking in my pony with the lights low
Bitch I'm just a psycho, roll the windows down and shooing from the 5.0
Bring that static, I want smoke
Best be where the reaper sow
Dancing with the devil and the darkest in me[?]
MTM, Hit em with the heat!
Nine shots, nine bodies, dropping to the fucking floor
Nine graves, headshots, pickin' through the fuckin' scope
Cut throat, schizo, hanging from the fucking rope
Blue nose, trench coat, ride, the blood draco
Nine shots, nine bodies, dropping to the fucking floor
Ninth grade, headshots, geeking through the fucking skull
Cut throat, schitzo, hanging from the fucking rope
Blue nose, trench coat, ride, the blood draco
I'm flyest, swing the iron, bringing devastation
Acting like you thugging but I know that you be faking
Pass the Glock and load the clip, your coffin shall be waiting
Paint the fucking world right there shall never be salvation
Holding in the chopper properly
Promise that no one is stopping me
[?] scared of
Your baby mama, she be topping me
Planning to pull another robbery
Leaving nothing but the casualties
Using my sanity toting the TEC while bringing nothing but my agony
Nine shots, nine bodies, dropping to the fucking floor
Nine graves, headshots, pickin' through the fuckin' scope
Cut throat, schizo, hanging from the fucking rope
Blue nose, trench coat, ride, the blood draco
Nine shots, nine bodies, dropping to the fucking floor
Ninth grade, headshots, geeking through the fucking skull
Cut throat, schitzo, hanging from the fucking rope
Blue nose, trench coat, ride, the blood draco
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3. |
Psycho On The Loose
01:48
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When you see me in your area just know that death is coming through
Consumed by all my evil thoughts I don't know what the fuck to do
Drop down when you see the chopper hanging out the coup
51-50 lock your door the psycho's on the loose
Hellset, manic bring the motherfucking world panic
Anyone can get it
What motherfucker want the static
[?] but I can flip this bitch and turn it tragic
Sold my soul to satan he bestowed me with the wish he granted
Tight, psycho's on the l-
51-50 lock your door the psycho's on the l-
(x4)
Drag me from your hair
Leave you in the rain all fucked up
This for all you pussy motherfuckers who be acting tough
Strapped up with the AK get back and you can't handle us
Laughing while I torture motherfuckers I'm so scandalous
Dear lord if you are real just strike me down so here I wait
Cleanse me from my sins and wipe the blood off of my face
Come down straight from your throne and give me all your lucky grace
Bitch I'm running up to heaven kicking down the pearly gates
Tight, psycho's on the l-
51-50 lock your door the psycho's on the l-
(x4)
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4. |
Son Of Serpentine
01:44
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Now look me in my fucking eyes and tell me what you see
A murderer that's in disguise that stabs you while you sleep
It’s raining blood from all the the victims I done ripped apart
Stand in the corner with the blade basking up in the dark
Bitch all big hundreds, couple X's I done lost my mind
Popping the clip then cock it back bust you straight from the nine
I'll nail your punk ass to the cross then leave you to decay
That's what you get for thinking you could stand up with the Grey
Pounding on my chest it’s the gorilla in the graveyard
Talking all that gangster shit I'll run up bitch and pull your card
Anna got me clicking busting suckas might need body guards
Shut the fuck up bitch I want your life fuck leaving just some scars
Bitch, is you fucking stupid?
Of course motherfuckers want to hear that new Son of Serpentine They don’t want to bump your lame ass shit
Ramirez grab the SK, I’ll grab the AK
We going full throttle, pussy
Swerving through the interstate and twisted off the mescaline
When it rains and pours I'm sitting in the dark and plotting schemes
Thirsty for the blood I crumble earth the son of serpentine
Thumbing through these hundreds while I’m puffin’ on a Russian cream
Picking up your Glock and hit you inside of the walls
I'ma swipe your fucking legs and leave you on the floor to crawl
Let me take this fucking minute just to scream out “fuck the law” You see the hair thats on my chest I open up and break you off
Just a shit fuck, never show remorse, I'm bout my bullshit
The murderer that sends your momma pics somebody pose with it
Time is fucking ticking gotta make a move and make it quick
Strapped up with a mask I pull it down and hit another lick
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5. |
Cerebus
02:32
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Its the one that's sipping poison
I came from Hell to destroy em
Paranoia got me trippin' in the night I'm hearing voices
As I walk amongst the shadow rise from the sarcophagus
Man I pull up in my Kappa suit and fuck your bitch like this
It's the night stalker with the semi-auto bullets never missing
Guns is blazing, chop a nigga down
Just watch the hollows hit them
Swerving off the Percocet cause bitch I got a death, wish
A wizard with the chopper, let me show you all my magic tricks
Rain rain, don't go away, I wanna kill another day
Disguise my evil passions with the mask and watch me mutilate
Darkness wraps around the earth, I kidnap and I desolate
Blood is written on the wall, it reads "I came to devastate"
Step into the mind of a psychopathic killer
You can see the hate inside, I'm the one that's gonna drill ya
S-s-step into the mind of a psychopathic killer
You can see the hate inside, I'm the one that's gonna drill ya
Whisper softly in your ear, and let you know that you gon' die
No salvation in my chambers unheard prayers and demise
Hoisting the lifeless all over the walls, as you look into my eyes, and you let out a cry
Cockin' the burner push deep in your stomach, the gun smoke will clear then show me your spine
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe I kill a nigga, rob a hoe
Straight beneath the Earth is where I lay deep in the catacombs
Check the name right off the scroll
The Caddy hearse, push-ups on chrome
Carving out another name the graveyard gained another stone
Step into the mind of a psychopathic killer
You can see the hate inside, I'm the one that's gonna drill ya
S-s-step into the mind of a psychopathic killer
You can see the hate inside, I'm the one thats gonna drill ya
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6. |
Lay It Down
01:56
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Through the backdoor, lay it down, I'm a clown, when I'm full of Crown, scary bitch chop it up fast (x5)
[Verse 1: Ramirez]
I can be the motherfucker that separates life
Make you bite the bullet, but I'd rather you use a rusty knife
Standing with your life, pissin' all over your grave site
Demons taking over me, stalking through the silent night
I can demolish and conquer the earth with a hand of the serpent, the black magic rise
Mobs breaking in with the sinister thoughts thats inside of my mind
The Grey Five the Nine
Witness the carnage of those who oppose me
As I track you down with the all mighty .40's
The sign of the reaper watching you die slowly
And you can hear screams if you listen real closely
Stand with the sun, today we're clutchin' on the semi automatic gun
Out on the run
The bullets will graze you and play you, end leaving you stunned
Through the backdoor, lay it down, I'm a clown, when I'm full of Crown, scary bitch chop it up fast (x5)
[Verse 2: Ramirez]
Watch the rain fall!
Sucking up the blood
The voices inside my head are telling me "Kill them all!"
Chain, saw!
Ganking motherfucker making risks, and the memories and tie em to the wall
Napalm!
As the flames spread, take a couple steps back and let it consume it all
Mask, on!
When I'm on the run through the back streets
Gun tucked, running from the law
Watch the bullets spray
Fucking with the grey, having no delay, its the grey ape steppin' out the cage
With the rage, grippin' on the gage
Leave you full of pain
Burn the sage, when you turn the page
Ain't nobody safe
Wreakin' dooms day when I rise up from the ground
Hit em with them hollow rounds, pull another body down
Don't wanna speak in tongue, have another spellbound
When i walk amongst the dead
You better not have made a sound
Through the backdoor, lay it down, I'm a clown, when I'm full of Crown, scary bitch chop it up fast (x5)
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7. |
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Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
(x4)
Bring out the "Mask and da Glock" and get rid of you
Your life is nothing, really I be doing you a favor
Pistols on my hip, I feel like I'm the Tomb Raider, yuh
Grave digger, cold killa, four deala'
I got dead friends and deadbeat bitches tryna be with me daily
Save me the foreplay, play with my foreskin while Rami' stick it up in yo' ass
Yeah, we switchin' sides, switchin' lanes and swingin' back
Yeah, I know where you live, I know what you drive (Lil' bitch)
I know where you run, I see where you hide (Lil' bitch)
Fuckboy gon' lose his time if I lose my mind
Baby Bone won't do no talking when it's time to ride, yuh
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke
Choke, choky choke, choky, blow that shit back outta my nose
(x2)
Pull up and I'm talkin' shit
Baby Bone and Rami' comin' through serving yo' bitch the dick
Drop the top up in my Chevy
Newport hanging on my lip, now watch me slide
Throw it back and bend it over while I break you from behind (Bitch)
You could slime or you get slimed
Gotta keep the .9 by the waistline (Huh?)
Bust his life to send that junk to the ER with a flatline
You can count the spokes all on my rim but don't you touch mine
The fresh coat of that jelly paint bouncin' off of the sunshine
Swervin' in my cuddy, sippin' syrup with the best of them
Teflon on his chest but these hollow tips don't be stressin' it
Skrt'n from the scene and make sure I don't leave no evidence
Prayin' to yo' god but these bullets come and it's heaven-sent (Bitch!)
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke choky
Mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
(x3)
Choke choky, choke choky, choke choky, choke
Choke, choky choke, choky, blow that shit back outta my nose
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8. |
Horns And Halos
02:27
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Get da fuck away, get da fuck away, get the fuck away from me Hoe! (x8)
Bitch you fine I'll make you mine
Don't waste my time, on the grind
Notice that i'm only with dimes
Smoking dope to feel no more
Just let me go
Everything that shining gold
That's what's been told
'Cause I've been thinking
Bout a way to lose myself
And find my way to
Fill the void that left me broken
I'll be here with arms wide open
I've been thinking
Bout a way to lose myself
And find my way to
Fill the void that left me broken
I'll be here with arms wide open
I'm hearin' voices in my mind in the dark of night
I tell myself that i'll be fine but it's just a lie
Fuck all the money i can take it when it's time to go
I look the reaper in the eye, tell him take my soul
They got me trippin' cause the shit i seen turn my heart cold
And I don't if what we feelin feeling is the same tempo
I'm walkin' back and forth, i'm geekin, on this thin tight rope
I see the sky and now i'm certain we can't let it show
'Cause I've been thinking
Bout a way to lose myself
And find my way to
Fill the void that left me broken
I'll be here with arms wide open
I've been thinking
Bout a way to lose myself
And find my way to
Fill the void that left me broken
I'll be here with arms wide open
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9. |
Stand Alone
02:33
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Sometimes I can't sleep, cause the shit I think got me up
Drown myself in the sadness, that I feel with the help of a pill cup
Long days, long nights, I fight
Tryna use up all my might, can't figure out if I'm wrong or right
Stuck in the darkness, I cannot find light
Pullin' the rose, straight out the garden, watching it die
Beauty is pain, but pain is something that's ugly and rotten inside
Sit by your bed, feelin' too rough, there's not much to do but sit there and cry
Rip up your letters that give me the reason, but never the answer to why
Nooses hang, bodies drain
Find a vein, it's all the same
Carry the pain
I stand alone in the pourin' rain
Shackled in chain
Try your hardest to remain, as well maintain
Nooses hang, bodies drain
Find a vein, it's all the same
Carry the pain
I stand alone in the pourin' rain
Shackled in chain
Try your hardest to remain, as well maintain
Don't hold me back, just let me go, soon as the river flows
Watch the wind just take me, everything I love, that stayed back home
I can't trust nobody, like I trust myself and trust my chrome
I carry around my problems, inside of this Styrofoam
I've been thinking of a way to end it all, right where I lay
Everything I pleaded has been unanswered, so I don't pray
I'll be sitting here and hoping that you don't leave, and you'll stay
Fall into my vices, I just watched myself dig my own grave
All-night to the centerfold
Wishin' I could express, but I don't know
Deep in love in your mind, with a no-show
Don't step outside, let me lay low
Life got me down, in a chokehold
Don't shed no tears, when I reload
No killa will shine on a rainbow
This heart of mine, remain cold
Nooses hang, bodies drain
Find a vein, it's all the same
Carry the pain
I stand alone in the pourin' rain
Shackled in chain
Try your hardest to remain, as well maintain
Nooses hang, bodies drain
Find a vein, it's all the same
Carry the pain
I stand alone in the pourin' rain
Shackled in chain
Try your hardest to remain, as well maintain
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10. |
2 Step Stevie (R.L.P.)
02:48
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I'm in that third lane switchin’
Bitches know me as unforgivin'
Soon as I fuck 'em, I dump ’em out the whip and start to rippin'
Flick my cigar 'cause this playa pimpin' show no love to hoes
Gold blades, choppin' up cement wherever Rami goes
Swing to the left and, uh, swing to the right as I push up the Caddy
I'm bumpin' on Tommy Wright and they know they cannot touch me
Your girlfriend been tryna fuck me
I been posted at the crib, just smokin', thumbin’ through all my money
Flossin’, candy glossin'
Gucci steppin’ while I'm walkin', call the papi
Boy you sleepin' over bitches, man, I see you sobbin’
I don't want your fuckin' guts, get on your knees and start to slobbin'
International pimpin', been fuckin' hoes around the world
Got me a bitch that speaks the Swahili, and Spanish girl
Rose gold playa shit
Tailored suits and gator kicks
Open up my mouth and see the 24k when I spit
I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain't even hop out yet
I'm just a real life player, bet the. 40 make you two step
I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain't even hop out yet
I'm just a real life player, bet the. 40 make you two step
Six in the mornin', hit the blunt and I'm zonin'
These bitches swarmin', steppin' on my Versace flowin'
Candy coatin', as a youngin' this game was soakin'
Swangers pokin', bang and screw while I'm out here roamin'
Sandman, bring me your dreams and finer things
I want a Chevy, a Benz, and a choppa with a laser beam
I need 'bout 3 hoes, ones that can fuck and cook fasho
And a new speed boa, so I can push the Cali coast
This ain't no joke, Rami posted. lookin' for the smoke
Aim at yo throat, choppa singin' hittin' all the notes
Reap what you sow 'cause, uh, you never know
And, uh, times I was thinkin' I'ma keep it thuggin' 'til I go
I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain't even hop out yet
I'm just a real life player, bet the. 40 make you two step
I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain't even hop out yet
I'm just a real life player, bet the. 40 make you two step
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11. |
Does It Real Good
02:38
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Sucks on dick, does it real good (x3)
(get buck mothafucka, get buck)
(x3)
I been breakin down these bitches
Since the tender age of thirteen
I don't fuck for free
You gotta pay a fee to suck on me
Most these suckas fake
And I can see it in yo eyes
I can crack you under pressure
You don't have to tell no lies
Yeah
Rami pulls up like a boss
Switchin lanes bout to floss
Fuck it throw it in the bay
No matter what the fuckin cost
Take the pressure send her off
Watch out who the fuck you cross
Son of Serpentine done came
Just to knock these bustas off
Your nigga, he a fuckin lame
And that's for sure
Break your purse wide open, bitch
I'll let you go
Project Pat and the Gorilla Pimp
Respect the flow
Better Swisha then I stuff it with
The Optimo
Sucks on dick, does it real good
(get buck mothafucka, get buck)
(x4)
If you bustin then we bustin
We gonna bust back
Roll that sticky then ask migo, "where da bud at?"
We smoke woods, we smoke swishas
We smoke bitches too
Got a bitch that cook and clean
And like to lick me too
I feel sorry for the niggas that come after me
Gotta stick that like to chop you with no Japanese
Let me break you off this pimpin from the third degree
Bitch I'm twisted off the juice and methamphetamines
I need Lucy Lius, Baby Boos, and Pamelas
She like to suck me, fuck me, let me bring the camera
Let's make a movie with no budget in my GT
I'mma let it be known no one can fuck wit me
Sucks on dick, does it real good
(get buck mothafucka, get buck)
(x4)
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12. |
P.O.P
02:23
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I pull up, caddy with the spokes spinnin’ wood grain grippin'
Plexin' like you something but you sipping on what these broke bitches do?
Gold diggin’ hoes know that I be on that player shit
I'd rather you fuck all on my bitch before I let you hit
I'm maxed up, catch me posted in the shake junt
Sippin' on the louie 13, twistin' on the skunk
Break a trick off this mac and in this game there's shit to see
Cuff up yo' chick before I make that hoe my bitch!
Serve me up some Alizé
And roll a pound of hay
Check it baby, wash the whip cuz' I just got some fresh new paint
Choppin’ blades, stayin’ paid, just another lovely day
Mackin' on these tenders boy I wouldn’t have it anyway
You see this player pimpin'
Cold hearted, breakin' bitches
I be tellin' you that I love you but I be doggin’ women
I want your purse first, and then yo' ass last
I can see through you pussy niggas you something like glass
My uncle told me since a jit to never trust no bitch
To get yo paper cuz' it's certain that hoes come with it
You see the roley on my wrist?
I dropped a stack for this
And you know it's a function when gorillas in this bitch
I'm in my new Jag
I'm moving too fast
Bendin' the corners swerving up off this pill I'm bout to crash
They sayin' “Who's that?”
That must be new cap
Poppin' my collar, revving the gas now watch the ponies prance
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13. |
Lil Motorola
02:07
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Hold up, wait a fucking second—let me puff up on a spliff
Thunder striking down, watch 'em bleed just as the bullets hit
See me making plays in the cut, Motorola flip
Open up the pit and break a motherfuckin’ jaw, bitch
12 gauge shotty, grey decapitate
I'm that motherfucker you don't want to player hate
I don’t lock you with the choppa, bitch, I'll bust yo' grape
Pussyboy, you best be praying that you don't make mistakes
Grey*59, let it rain blood, it's a grey flood
Open up my mouth, and you can see the gold slugs
Fuck 12, I ain't postin' bail, let me rot in hell
I can shake the earth, and be the reason that the ocean swells
Let it be known, you can't fuck with us
Pull up with the squad and turn you into dust
You a pussy motherfucker, someone not to trust
Bitch, I’ll pull up with a nina, watch a motherfucker bust
Bitch, I’m on the run from all the cops so I just lay low
Trigger finger itchin' and I do it for the peso
Drop it off and make it quick when I come through and say so
Stinging like a bumblebee and leave you with a halo
Knockin’ off yo block set up shop make yo body flop
Inside of the bucket with the chop scopin' out the job
Tearing up the club bring the ruckus boy this shit dont stop
Gripping on the Glock, pickin' locks watch a pussy drop
In the head, The Walking Dead
Fuck all the feds, feed 'em lead
Paint your ass red, leave me to death
I’ll watch you dread, take your last breath
Under my shed is where you rest
One to the chest, I'm not to test
Bitch, take caution, it's the walking corpse right out the coffin
And we mobbin', loadin' up the Glock, proceed to robbin'
And you dodgin', but these bullets coming, ain't no stoppin'
You flodgin' punk ass motherfucker, meet the rocket
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14. |
100 Bars & Gunnin'
02:02
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Bitch I'm on a mission, my destination the grave
Aim my chopper to yo' head then I take off your toupée
Mobbin' fo' deep inside of a bucket, the transmission slippin'
Had a conversation with the devil, told me get to rippin'
It's the Grey 59, Throw your six up in the air
Darkness falling from above, Step across and bitch beware
I'd rather die from my feet than to live upon my knees
True soldier from the trenches, jumpin' out the 7 seas
Fuck with me get your wig pulled back
Steady swervin' off a Xanax, that I put inside the shack
This shit is kickin' in and I just don't know how to act
My remembrance is enough bout to pull a hijack
Crash a plane inside of a buildin', now watch the bodies burn
As the world turns, police service coming' but I'm not concerned
Suicide, I'll lay my ashes inside of a gold urn
Shootin' at these busters so you know murder is what I yearn
Get a call it from my uncle, tells me "nephew what you doin'?
Come to M-town, we can get some money and pick up you"
Ball 'til the day I fall, hundred ghost walks when I crawl
Keep my back along the wall
Watch another pussy fall
Mind fucked up, keep the toolie like I'm Bobby mane
In the kitchen whippin' up a storm and standin' in the rain
5*9 plug till my body turns grey
Till you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay
Run up, bitch you don't wanna
I keep my gun up, 'till the sun up
We on the come up
I push this gat into yo stomach
Bitch I'm the gunna
You think you ballin'
You no stunna 'cause imma hunna
This is a stick-up
I get down when I come around a mask over my face
Buckin' at the window, drive-by bitches give me space
I don't need to talk to nobody 'cus all you suckas fake
Bitch you mad about the fact, that your music don't make plays
Sellin' reposts yous a hoe, I need 10 to spit a flow
Twenty bands up at your show, gorilla comin' out the sko
Brown paper bagged up St. Ides sippin
Like I said, in the beginning, I'm a killa on a mission
Betta back the fuck up 'cus shits about to get real
Call upon the fucking devil so him and I cut a deal
Searchin fo' another meal, could give a fuck how you feel
Bitch you fuckin' with the wrong one, I'm 'bout to make you squeal
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