Two strikes, turn that pussy to a sacrifice Slash and gut the gar, ash the blunt and park, roll the window down and ask the price I've always hated flashing lights I'd rather grab the mask and knife Snag the cash in spite the fact I smashed your bitch for asking nice I'm passing pipes and glass and spikes I bag the ice, ignite the rags in gasoline One strike of the match and now we talking thrice Three strikes I might forget the events of tonight Ruby all bite, leave 'em bleeding Leave the scene and say goodnight
[Verse 2: Lil Cut Throat]
If we got business, motherfucker, let me know Everybody know my rep since 1994 I don't swing high if I got that nine, bitch in Calvin Klein Blunts borderline, fuck it, still smoke it anyway I be that suicidal worshipped idol Filled up with that medication Burning bibles, grab your child Chopper style a generation Reading revelations got me thinking Been ready to die but I ain't got no fucking patience You feel me?
[Verse 3: Shakewell]
Waking up, dirty sodas get poured in I had some blues, but I sold 'em Keep K's and Glocks but they stolen I might just flip 'em and profit Making more off licks, run your pockets My OG's poppin a rocket I pray to God they free Gozm But God don't hear me, these prophets Is all too false so I'm mobbing If you can't get 'em, I got 'em Pull up and handle the problem Squeeze three, hear it move through he breeze Now you standing bloody, can't breathe Got goonies who gone off that tweak Sip syrup and drank Hennessy That just be the truth through these streetsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
