Lyrics:
decon
Power steerin', lost the handle in the Jeep spin
Deep in the seat, high pursuit by the precinct
My co-defendant turned stake and let the beast in
snorting half
They profit
But you gave em
Kids and wealth
A home so they
Adopted
Your many mistakes
Fuckin clowns
And fakes
Whack shit
Saturate ya
me living on fire
Switchin’ hats being tied up
As Eazy, E Jake, Elijah
I might have to slide up
Hail Mary hittin’ them n***** up
Y’all known for doin’
drinks a cup
Of biblical Jesus blood
She reaches for
An old mossberg in the mossy oak duffel bag
Layin in the back of the dump boy
Trigger finger itchin
bruck down,
TT your little dead foods getting shut down ,
Build a strip up, load a clip up,
Tough times man grip up
Never slip up,
Anybody sitting
But I'm only human
Making memes about my fingers all for your amusement
Let my trauma linger for too long need resolutions
I can't trust a soul with
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Yea
Nigga
Its big MAHF
The biggest
Yea yea
Take your five fingers put two down in the middle
Shit get deep nigga could drown when he swimming
Nigga
Played an old Buck Owens record never ever seen it fail
Got the hungrys for your love tiger by the tail
We're goin' foot stomp stompin'
You know I
spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
He sipping' juice its like the heroine
These bags coming' by the twos, they keep on starron
Of course I'm high as shit how els would I touch the moon
terrible
Lights off half the time fuck that school schedule
Woo, now I'm looking at this better view Nigga
Watch me tap into my energy
Middle finger
spine tingling
Make your skin crawl
‘Cause words keep bouncing ‘round my
Head just like a pinball
Multiples like when I
Hit multi-bolt unassaultable
trapped inside a box nobody coming for your ass
Breathing under water feel like Sandra
Sand run
Through my fingers as the time cancels
We was ten toes down
man
Selling major jums (?) by the pager son
He the one sporting crazy tunes (?) lace 'em with your tongue
So here's the plan
Get the glock I got
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I’m
If you’re offended by what I say, good
I’m not an actor but I live like it’s a drama piece
We’ve never been the same, bitch your life’s a comedy
I
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Gone no trace, third finger to the ops all day
Put your seatbelt girl no brakes
She been counting this money all week
I
out with the glass bottles
They have that little thing that you put
Your finger through to carry 'em
Them half a gallon
Looks like I missed one hell
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer 'cause he undefeated
ninjas did
Your laughter is a clanging in my ears
But my anger's misdirected by haranguing all my peers
'Cause i saw the dude who took it, he looked a tad
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