Lyrics

[Intro: Pontius Pilate] On my deathbed with like four bitches ($ui, $ui) ($ui, $ui) On my deathbed ($ui, $ui) On my, on my ($ui) [Verse 1: Pontius Pilate] On my deathbed with like four bitches Every time I smoke, I gotta light four swishers How many times I gotta fucking say it? I don't fuck with motherfuckers 'less they talking payment I'm in the basement, and I'm choppin' up a fuckboy Body bags in the back of da truck, boy Soulja rag wearin', I don't give a fuck, boy Needle sharin' with my cousin in the cut, boy Blood spiller, it's the killer straight up outta Hades Satan's son ridin' 'round in a new Mercedes Everywhere I go, these bitches tryna have my baby Everywhere I go, the motto's always: "Fuck you, pay me" [Interlude: Al Pacino] Let me give you a little inside information about God: he's a sadist, he's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never [Verse 2: Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard] Leopard print on all my body lookin' like a fuckin' punk Between the middle and my trigger finger's where I hold the blunt In my other hand, I hold my nuts and then let out a grunt Throw a flame upon that Chevy, no, it ain't a fucking stunt (Uh) (The money—) The money—the money is all I want $lick breaks in the back while I hold up the front I break in her back, while I hold her and pump I'm slumped like a monk, yeah, my trunk is vacant Ruby da Cherry is very impatient I ain't got no time for no motherfuckin' waitin' *59 Grey devil, bitch, we blazing up the basement Keep fuckboy's locked up in cages, they ain't seen the sun in ages Countin' cash, I'm turning pages Constantly fucked up, life is wasted, yuh