[Ruby Da Cherry:] Hunnid spokes on the fucking hearse Bitch I'm cursed Riding around with a can full of gas and a match and a mask Then we stop at the Church Lighting the front of the blunt now I'm burnt Got that work in my trunk Yeah, that's that bump that you heard That pussy boy purred when I popped him in the head Got blood on my shirt Yung Plague is the worst Pulling up on a curb and then snatch me a purse and the bitch carrying it When she gonna learn?
[$lick $loth:] Shut the fuck up, bitch Let me blow down on this indo It's that scarecrow riding solo Blood dripping down my polo It's that dynamite tossing Sleep up in a coffin Jeffery Dahmer with Alzheimer's Zombies marching right behind us Creeping, creeping with the hatchet All my hoes is ratchet Smoking blunts but ain't no passing Smoking bowls but ain't no packing Middle finger macking, dead bodies keep on stacking Hickory, dickory, dock Pulling out my Glock Pull the triggers, bodies drop Like "pop, pop, pop, pop! "Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
