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don't look in the garden
by funeral
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I can't let police through my door
I just need a minute, take that body off the floor
This shit get so hectic, I can't do this anymore
Body, weapon, weapon, body, weapon my décor
Don't get this shit twisted I'm still cleaner than before
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am
I know some white boys that got ties wit' the police
I can drop like 12 bodies, act like they don't know me
But I don't talk to the police, fuck that, they whole team
I'ma keep my mouth shut for some boy in blue try to hoe me
I know that he talk he is not me
I'ma fuck around, and just pull up wit' that Tommy
I need like three white bitches on me, them hoes so naughty
I can't trust no hoe, wit my life, she ain't got me, got me
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am
Big boss, top floor
Fuck up, you get shot hoe
Bitch, I been had that rocket on me like I'm Rondo
Number Nine, that boy follow trends until his numbers die
I might pull up in his fucking crib, like bitch who wanna die
I can't let police through my door
I just need a minute, take that body off the floor
This shit get so hectic, I can't do this anymore
Body, weapon, weapon, body, weapon my décor
Don't get this shit twisted I'm still cleaner than before
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am
I know some white boys that got ties wit' the police
I can drop like 12 bodies, act like they don't know me
But I don't talk to the police, fuck that, they whole team
I'ma keep my mouth shut for some boy in blue try to hoe me
I know that he talk he is not me
I'ma fuck around, and just pull up wit' that Tommy
I need like three white bitches on me, them hoes so naughty
I can't trust no hoe, wit my life, she ain't got me, got me
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten
Make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am
Big boss, top floor
Fuck up, you get shot hoe
Bitch, I been had that rocket on me like I'm Rondo
Number Nine, that boy follow trends until his numbers die
I might pull up in his fucking crib, like bitch who wanna die
