Got a bitch out the sewer She does something to me Everytime I look her in the eyes I start to feel shitty Got a bitch in my Chevy Met her on the levee We was smoking and loc'n Choking and loafin' It's that player from the fucking 5 0 4 White junkie piece of shit prolly fucking your hoe Got my hand on the wheel Codeine on my lips Creeping in the cut Other hand on a bitch No money to count Just heads to mount Indo rolled up, put that ass to mouth $uicidal dreams of dying with my team Dope on the triple beam Reaper blowing steam Charged with possession My life is depressing That's why I'm fucking all these bitches on the top of their dressers Yung J-Will Scripts stay filled No reason to feel Just reason to kill, hoe
[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
I got my hand up the Mona Lisa's skirt Pussy wetter than when I was petting the Virgin Mary They call it Jesus Christ's birth Smoking Frankincense and Myrrh Catch a motherfucker ducking Tuck him in the trunk and throw him in the motherfucking dirt Riding with the spinners on the hearse Swerving like I'm fucking hurt Pull up to the scene and fucking lurk Stoned to death then resurrected Now I'm fucking burnt All I need in this life I live is a rusty fucking blade so I can slice my wrists I don't need no bitch by my side I'd rather die in a ditch Creeping on the other side End up lighting a spliffTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
