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Blaow! Hitting that ink, I drank Crucifix Tied To a noose Finna watch you h*ng Body count Play a tape Devilish World pain Yeah, I knew you hate that sound Bitch Sh-izz-it ends Got a place For your ditch Why you still fuckin' here? In my thoughts, I dig one up Then I make a nigga dig a plot Made his soul rush Body slow On the fucking blunts Still gotta tweak Be a conscious Bloody afro, blunt shit Bullshit, my shells hit Selling me And that bullshit that I hear Never ever end with me Straight from the World Peace Ooh, well with me You know I'm about to shot you Bitch, on that dumb shit Motherfucker partyin(?) In the mud, the whole bum shit I'm gonna say shit Gotta be honest I'm gonna keep it true All my life Every goddamn time, nigga Ayy ayy I'm supposed to cry, nigga Aye Uh, booted up No bitch Aye Sootied up Stupid nigga Ain't no pussy Talkin shit I'ma split that pussy Let it do the shit Super quick Take a rip Take a dime Bullshit Blow my mind Ayy Left the crowd Masterpiece On the G's Down we go To the streets Ayy The OG never angel Ain't she seen me? Eyes bloodin red As I run to the blue pills I can see, who fake? I can see, who real? Killin a kitty Killin a kitty (???) Bustin my [?] While I'm spinnin» a kitty Killin a kitty Killin a kitty Bustin» my [?] While I'm spinnin a kitty Ayy Gettin to the bank so quick Got blisters on my feet Ayy Just caught a body But I'm still so fresh Like Mr rain, (???) [Verse 3: Freddie Dredd] All around the world Bitches dead, I make them hurl Chillin' with my fucking girl Double team, that rob a pearl Off her neck, slit, dip Don't stop, I'ma get the guap' Freddie never gonna flop Creeping up and killing cops Tool strapped up Get some buck, till I'm stuck Heavy metal, pushin' weight, guess who gonna die today? I'm a runnin' man, I'm a gunner, man You's a pussy, fam Fuck you think, you boujee man? Popping out ya mama's van I got two whole toolies Busting Glocks, I fucking knew it I'm the one that fucking grew it You the one that fucking blew it I'm gonna finish it, you better run it bitch Give it up now, give it up or else you gonna drown Hold the phone, now you get it all alone Watch your fucking tone, why you acting like a drone? Try to run up, you better get your gun up Don't fucking test me, I let the gods bless me
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Credits
- Writers
- MC Holocaust
- TRiPPJONES
- Freddie Dredd