Wet Cherry Blunnts

Wet cherry blunts Waiting in my pocket 360 vision and nothing stop me I hustle to the spot Getting like I'm rocking You're a man down Now know I wasn't bluffing Wet cherry blunts can't wait more to be rolled up High dope, never low, the money allow that Pulling up to a truly smoke when night begins Out the grave when the moon's shine reflect in my blade Never out the dose, is required to double my cells Blunt tasting like iron for the blood under my nails Red skulls, hot barrel nine up in my hand Cherry on the ground, cold, blue fingers get em' dip Hooded withe shadow in the dark be watching it Make it quite, while police keep on wondering Spiders crawling under my skin eating midge Note on the bullets "you won't tryna fuck the grim again" Crow's plates full of new eyes for dinner tonight Snake bags, corpses packed like your Gucci brand Head split, blunts lit, full Marlboro pack Downed clip, on the hip, didn't need the 45 Blade's steel keep stainless till I make em' act Call me Boogeyman, bitch I murder in the dark Coming through the backyard Camo' on my cargo stuff Making you be alert every single 24 Windows opened Bitch you're 'bout to get caught in this fog Let the ash touch the ground It'll be your martyrdom Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat Blade, blade, aiming right to your throat