Bitch I got my Glock cocked, when you hear that knock knock knock Death at the door, telling you it's time to close shop So you drop to your knees, begging please to stop But he's not, it's inevitable Leave you dead on the floor Bitch I got that mother fucking dead president flow More Benjamins, hoe Yeah, I'll go to your show because attendance is low Matter fact, fuck that Bring a backpack full of crack wrapped in dynamite Hand it out that Friday night Sure enough, got you fans hooked Only way you were going to blow up, mother fucker I'm G five nine signed Crime don't pay but I will pay for the crime Got the Devil on my side Yeah, we kick it all the time I'm the one who told him that God was a bitch Fuck him, let's ride Grab that cross and flip it around Drive into town like whatsup? We down
[Verse 2: Trap House $crim]
I'm pissing on crosses in churches Chrome to your dome and I murk ya Twenty deep when we ride that excursion I'm itching for death and I'm lurking Life full of sin Chalk on cement Momma be begging don't do drugs again Murder something, hurst full of friends Snatching up purses and kicking doors in 187, gripping Mac-11 You wanna find out if all dogs go to heaven? Gold on my chain, drugs in my brain I'm slicing my wrist with the mental deranged Scrimmy insane Dope got me numb West Bank sewers is where I crawled out from Smoke in my lungs, I'm about to black out Got a bottle full of roofies that I'm about to pass out Coke I be sniffing Lean I be sipping Trying to O.D. cuz that's always my mission Drug fueled demon, got to stay stoned Walk up in hell, like, "Hey Honey, I'm home!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
