Lyrics:
with a narc's commit larceny
I live hardly, to incarcerate me is to kill softly
Either or, it's me or it's Bill Cosby
They tryna kill a lord online
three wishes I ain't askin for world peace
I want Range Rovers in three different colors
Genie gimme the damn keys!
Dead wrong like a Dead sticker
on the spot
And I learned a lot about love from hard time spent a part
I don't live by the gun
I've never been on the run
I won't steal or lie
Wouldn't rob
don't mean you not a slave
Just because you own your house
Don't think that they won't rob your grave
All these fucking faces
People I ain't seen last
jar
With nose and tits smoking a cigar
Beverly hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith a.k.a. dr. dooom
Twenty-five dead chicks with an ice pick
Machine
dead
Did it again
I shot him dead, woo
Bang bang, bang bang
Number three was a guy named Fred
By now I’m sure you’ll guess how this one ends
I shot him
Drüx
Drüx
Drüx
Drüx
I'm too deep girl you might feel it
I'm playing with a demon and I get it
He do not want me to sleep if I don't need it
And I've
your ends
We call them the Zombie Patrol
Told YC, when you lose your friends
That's when you feel real pain, you hoe
Gvon, said long live Drilla
But your
word to my dead and that's word to mommy
Sparks got him walking dead like a zombie
Pablo Esco out the country try to find me
My militia gon be right
Congruent with an evil
An irregular human could not be like me
I give a fuck, I'll rob a zombie
And put some nickle in his
Back on my chainsaw mats
Cause I'm
I creep by moonlight
I hide when the sun starts to rise
I sleep with the dead things
I have holes instead of eyes
I have no heartbeat
No blood
Dead Like a zombie
Mob mentality
Meant to rob men mentally
The enemy of my enemy
Is a good friend to me
Strength in numbers
Hear the roaring thunder
From
fighting
Plug pulled up when I ran out of wok
Call that good timing
Placed a hit on Friday he was dead by Saturday
Spiderman ain't here to save you
Imma rob
like bi-sexuals
But all hetero he, steps into the joint
Heads turn, girls swoon, cool you get the point
So don't be deceived by degrees
Came of age
ayy
That shit fam ayyy
Grab man rob man run with his keelos
Pound dollar lira we need those
This pack be loud it fuck up your head
Zombie crow I'm
It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit
Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks
Ride with me she holdin'
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
and Atlanta on my schedule
Its apparent I've adopted the new lifestyle
Flyin round this country rackin up these fuckin skymiles
Got my girl back home feelin
eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
enough is it somethin' that I'm doing
I made it through the night but too bad all my friends are dead
I've survived the worst of it the first zombie
calling me a bad boy, shooters by my side imma turn you to a dead boy, yeah switch blade with a new name, coming at your boy I cut him up like fish fillet,
superstar, I came here to move the bar/
Up down 94, towndown buyin bows, pump pounds by the load/
Flood towns on the low, punch clowns if they owe/
Einnie
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
run your ting
Watch your bird Cah I'll rob your ting
Gas up the crowd on a moshpit ting
Never check me Cah I check this ting
Money is love f*ck
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