Lyrics

[Intro: Blackout & Yung Plague] Sucker, buster, fuck that bitch, runnin' with some lemons, trick On my P's and Q's, I refuse, to be broke and shit Sucker, buster, fuck that bitch, runnin' with some lemons, trick On my P's and Q's, I refuse, to be broke and shit Sucker, buster, fuck that bitch, runnin' with some lemons, trick On my P's and Q's, I refuse, to be broke and shit Sucker, buster, fuck that bitch, runnin' with some lemons, trick On my P's and Q's, I refuse, to be broke and shit Sucker, buster, fuck that bitch, runnin' with some lemons, trick On my P's and Q's, I refuse, to be broke and shit Sucker, buster, fuck that bitch, runnin' with some lemons, trick (Ayy) On my P's and Q's, I refuse, to be broke and shit (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 1: Yung Plague] Shut the fuck up, bitch Talkin' shit When the 610 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard Drive a little bit, then it hits Oh shit You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit With a pit in the yard Feed you to my dog, then I yawn Bury your bones 'til dawn Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed Bitch, I'll sleep when I'm dead Dreamin' while they zippin' up the body bag From my fuckin' feet up to my head [Chorus: Blackout] Sucker, buster, fuck that bitch, runnin' with some lemons, trick On my P's and Q's, I refuse, to be broke and shit [Verse 2: Yung $carecrow] Sucker, buster, fuck that bitch, ain't got no friends, they all turned snitch Trust no one, they bound to switch Trust no bitch, just give 'em dick Dirty south pimp with the gold on my wrist Empty the clip 'til the chamber go click No fakin', no flaugin', my record legit I'm bankin' and dodgin' from Five-O, my clique Cut Throat, cut dope with the all black blade Sniff coke, fuck hoes while I'm layin' in the shade I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave And if you can't tell, bitch, I'm fuckin' insane (Pop) pop, pop, pop, pop Make the bodies go drop Bustin' these suckers and swervin' on cops Almighty *59, ain't got time for no opps Six-six-six, I'm so damn hot