歌詞
You did good, $lick
Even Jesus cried
When I die, don't shed tears for I
Paint me on a cross, soul lost
Never bought, motherfuck it all
Fuck these boys, I got to ball
In fifth gear, no time to stall
I been walked before I crawled, hoe
Flex time, next time
Hit me on my dope line
Got the sack, got the pack
Motherfucker, run it back
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) (go, go)
Prescription pills got my eyes low
Ducked out as I'm gripping on the .44
If I go broke though, bet I'm robbing
All black ski mask, River Road mobbing
Hold that Draco up, balance out my double cup
Keep it in the trunk, got ammo from Texas, bruh
Bush creeping, soul seeking
Grim reaper, leave 'em leaking, ayy
Off the corner, off the bars, selling hard
Flex time, next time
Hit me on my dope line
Got the sack, got the pack
Motherfucker, run it back
Flex time, next time
Hit me on my dope line
Got the sack, got the pack
Motherfucker, run it back
(Yo, yo)
Off a couple Xanny's, I can't get my mind right
Roxy 30, perky-perky, ducking all night (yeah)
Got me hiding, I can't take none of the limelight
Sauce like Ragu, only time I sleep is private flights
Brian McKnight, after midnight
Come and get your bitch right
High like a kite, I need a light, so I can spark this backie
Michael Jacky, flip a packy, flame like Liberace
Manny Packie, Chan like Jackie, when I come attack thee
Holy ghost, holy smokes, better make a toast (holy, holy)
Codeine poured, styrofoam (need I say more?) (Nah, nah)
Bodies on the floor, in the Porsche, roof missing
Clock ticking, mosh pitting, bitch, it's slim pickings
(Yo, yo)
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