Would I sound like it

Would I ever kill a motherfucker I could

Lay his ass out with my thunder I should

Take all his money but it aint no good

No we're not fakers we're just misunderstood

Would I ever kill a motherfucker I could

Lay his ass out with my thunder I should

Take all his money but it aint no good

No we're not fakers we're just misunderstood

Pull out the blade now I'm slicing up your face

Tell me what it takes I'm a killer in ever place

Let me slow the pace grab a bitch by her waist

Pull her a little closer yeah she giving me a taste

And I'm never going to chase hands up to the sky yeah you know I'm about that grace

But the cards I was dealt there was never no ace

Speakers in the back now I'm blowing up the place

Black skies dark night no one in sight

Take the nine out now I'm ready for a fight

Army of the dead that I rose from the grave

Skies turning grey its the crow on your pave

Bullet holes on your skull make you look like a troll

Crown on my head all y'all bitches I control

Boot kick to neck screaming like a goat

Tooth chipped I don't miss I hit from the scope

Southside is my home but my throne sits on your tomb

Your mouth starts to foam from my chrome seven to the dome

Pinky ring froze I got hoes for a quarter or more

Low rider

Low rider with a chrome

Still on the same shit still nothing changed

Take the pain out light your body up in flames

Bitches play the same games saying we're a waste

Playas keep the same thing strapped by their waist