Sit back and light up this cigarette
Tormented by some f*cking silhouette
My funeral coming who will attended
Live in slow motion I rot with the living dead
They think I'm influenced by music
Daily drug driven by pills I'm abusing
Smoking a blunt that I dipped in the juice
While stuffing some bitch in the back of the Buick
Throw his ass off the bridge
His body hit water
I'm testing the echo
Kissing my barrel my choppa say hello
The mountains filled up
Fertilizing the meadow
Whipping the benz
Got about a buck in the tank
Quit my job now I'm up the bank
In the hive
Singing suicide
Till it's time to die
F*cking upping the rank
Popping these pills
But I'm still with the motion
Out on the river see bodies a floating
Shark tank
Turn Potomac to ocean
Don't f*ck with nobody
Roll solo and broken
My liver done had enough
Slim bury a bitch if he want the shit bad enough
Mr big bad and tuff
Ain't shit when I pull the pump outta the pack a punch
Hop out the whip with a big ass Choppa
30 round clip in the side of his Honda
Swinging my bat like a dodger
I'm busting his head
I'm pop em
I lock em
I drop em
If you got a problem
Then I got a problem
Turn the 301 to Gotham
I'm dropping em off in the river to sink to the bottom
F*cking yo bitch in my pappys impala
Ain't using a condom
Feel like im gollum
I'm sipping the mud out the goblet
My choppa got em playing possum
Get sent to the doctor
Better than getting tossed into the water
Better than getting thrown off of the bridge
Them blood stains will come out
Don't sweat it lil shawty
I got the Mac
But I'm gripping a 40
Stacking up bitches to rot in the quarry
Sendemup back in the rut
Pack my gut with the pills
Fill my wrist with the cuts
Paint that boy with chop
Dip the paint with the brush
Keep that blade with the rust
Stick that spade in the crust
Letting em hang
Yes my nuts
Better trust slimmy out on the hunt
Fill the blunt up with dope
Fill the bitches with lust
As I feed em my bust
Seed they teeth and they blush
Feed em weed
Let em puff
And im leaving em stuffed
Please don't kill me with the pump
I got fiends keep in touch
They trust me to get up
And go sell em some dope
So that they spleens don't erupt
They need mud in they cups
Sell em 3 and they slumped
Bury em all on the boyd
Throw em all into the void
F*ck em I kill em all slimmy da murka
I'm keeping a blade
Risen out of the grave
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Sit back and light up this cigarette
Tormented by some f*cking silhouette
My funeral coming who will attended
Live in slow motion I rot with the living dead
They think I'm influenced by music
Daily drug driven by pills I'm abusing
Smoking a blunt that I dipped in the juice
While stuffing some bitch in the back of the Buick
Throw his ass off the bridge
His body hit water
I'm testing the echo
Kissing my barrel my choppa say hello
The mountains filled up
Fertilizing the meadow
Whipping the benz
Got about a buck in the tank
Quit my job now I'm up the bank
In the hive
Singing suicide
Till it's time to die
F*cking upping the rank
Popping these pills
But I'm still with the motion
Out on the river see bodies a floating
Shark tank
Turn Potomac to ocean
Don't f*ck with nobody
Roll solo and broken
My liver done had enough
Slim bury a bitch if he want the shit bad enough
Mr big bad and tuff
Ain't shit when I pull the pump outta the pack a punch
Hop out the whip with a big ass Choppa
30 round clip in the side of his Honda
Swinging my bat like a dodger
I'm busting his head
I'm pop em
I lock em
I drop em
If you got a problem
Then I got a problem
Turn the 301 to Gotham
I'm dropping em off in the river to sink to the bottom
F*cking yo bitch in my pappys impala
Ain't using a condom
Feel like im gollum
I'm sipping the mud out the goblet
My choppa got em playing possum
Get sent to the doctor
Better than getting tossed into the water
Better than getting thrown off of the bridge
Them blood stains will come out
Don't sweat it lil shawty
I got the Mac
But I'm gripping a 40
Stacking up bitches to rot in the quarry
Sendemup back in the rut
Pack my gut with the pills
Fill my wrist with the cuts
Paint that boy with chop
Dip the paint with the brush
Keep that blade with the rust
Stick that spade in the crust
Letting em hang
Yes my nuts
Better trust slimmy out on the hunt
Fill the blunt up with dope
Fill the bitches with lust
As I feed em my bust
Seed they teeth and they blush
Feed em weed
Let em puff
And im leaving em stuffed
Please don't kill me with the pump
I got fiends keep in touch
They trust me to get up
And go sell em some dope
So that they spleens don't erupt
They need mud in they cups
Sell em 3 and they slumped
Bury em all on the boyd
Throw em all into the void
F*ck em I kill em all slimmy da murka
I'm keeping a blade
Risen out of the grave
Tormented by some f*cking silhouette
My funeral coming who will attended
Live in slow motion I rot with the living dead
They think I'm influenced by music
Daily drug driven by pills I'm abusing
Smoking a blunt that I dipped in the juice
While stuffing some bitch in the back of the Buick
Throw his ass off the bridge
His body hit water
I'm testing the echo
Kissing my barrel my choppa say hello
The mountains filled up
Fertilizing the meadow
Whipping the benz
Got about a buck in the tank
Quit my job now I'm up the bank
In the hive
Singing suicide
Till it's time to die
F*cking upping the rank
Popping these pills
But I'm still with the motion
Out on the river see bodies a floating
Shark tank
Turn Potomac to ocean
Don't f*ck with nobody
Roll solo and broken
My liver done had enough
Slim bury a bitch if he want the shit bad enough
Mr big bad and tuff
Ain't shit when I pull the pump outta the pack a punch
Hop out the whip with a big ass Choppa
30 round clip in the side of his Honda
Swinging my bat like a dodger
I'm busting his head
I'm pop em
I lock em
I drop em
If you got a problem
Then I got a problem
Turn the 301 to Gotham
I'm dropping em off in the river to sink to the bottom
F*cking yo bitch in my pappys impala
Ain't using a condom
Feel like im gollum
I'm sipping the mud out the goblet
My choppa got em playing possum
Get sent to the doctor
Better than getting tossed into the water
Better than getting thrown off of the bridge
Them blood stains will come out
Don't sweat it lil shawty
I got the Mac
But I'm gripping a 40
Stacking up bitches to rot in the quarry
Sendemup back in the rut
Pack my gut with the pills
Fill my wrist with the cuts
Paint that boy with chop
Dip the paint with the brush
Keep that blade with the rust
Stick that spade in the crust
Letting em hang
Yes my nuts
Better trust slimmy out on the hunt
Fill the blunt up with dope
Fill the bitches with lust
As I feed em my bust
Seed they teeth and they blush
Feed em weed
Let em puff
And im leaving em stuffed
Please don't kill me with the pump
I got fiends keep in touch
They trust me to get up
And go sell em some dope
So that they spleens don't erupt
They need mud in they cups
Sell em 3 and they slumped
Bury em all on the boyd
Throw em all into the void
F*ck em I kill em all slimmy da murka
I'm keeping a blade
Risen out of the grave
Writer: Tyler Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid