Lyrics

[Intro: HEARSE BOY] One for the gram (Anyone got a cigarette?) Two for a million (American spirits) Three for the devil (Them bitches keep burnin') [Verse 1: HEARSE BOY] Fuck you, suck my dick, lil' prick Choppa be off the xan Rope tied, neck boy, chills boy (Gold) Gold grill, dope boy No limits to my city, 'bout it, 'bout it Born dead, drug fiend, skinny, gritty Face tatted, might be strapped, savage, savage Semi, semi, ayy Cut Throat committee, ayy Give it to 'em raw Yung Soulja Slim from the dark side, grey stripes, ayy Turn 'em to a second line, ayy Hearse boy, hearse boy, burn your body in the pine, ayy [Verse 2: CHOKING BOY] It's that former broke boy breakin' even in the 7th Ward With bag of dope, boy Hope the smoke will clear out by the mornin' Got me choking, boy Whatchu hopin', boy? That we broken boys? We ain't open boy, no Cut Throat, blood spoke 504, got the furl in my pocket Yo' bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet, so I flaked on her Told me, "meet me by the lake" Yeah, that's where I stay, come and blow me like grenades