Connor Seven - TOMBSTONE Lyrics

I just got here from the tomb
I was high on mouldy shrooms
Saw a rocket to the moon
And hopped on
You should find out how it feels
Break a record, pop pills
Double R up on the wheels
That's a hot one
Trafficking Frank
In traffic with the tank
Bitch from bank
Breaking the bank
I'm doing good
She doing bad
Thought she was bad
That bitch was mad
I had the trap
She wanted racks
She ask her dad
I pay for dad
Where is he at
I cop her this
She wanted that
She got the shoes
Now she wants the bag
Go for the bag
We moving mad
We do the max
All for the bag
She see the bag
Lift up her back
She give me neck
She give me back
Do it and dash
Tomorrow I'm back
I just got here from the tomb
I was high on mouldy shrooms
Saw a rocket to the moon
And hopped on
You should find out how it feels
Break a record, pop pills
Double R up on the wheels
That's a hot one
Who said I can't rap
Talk facts
I mix a bar with the mag
Turn into
Rudeboy what's the crack
That's my girl on the mag
Turn the boy to the man
Offside set traps
All facts
No talk, just rap
I know she gonna moan when I push it all back
Big balls and bat
No risk no wap
Trafficking Frank
Trafficking Frank