Dead Roses (feat. Jr007)

Ay I'm a fast car hitman In the field workin' with my corners I'm a blitz man Say she like to travel told her we can take a trip then Pretty bitch short and she thicker than some quick sand, she look just like a vixen Oh ooh oh We be trappin' on this stove all night Grab ya Glock 30 clip we can throw all night If I feed the bitch some Hennessy she goin' all night Say she wanna try some ecstasy I told her alright And mama don't you worry I'm gon get us so straight Told her close your eyes when you open up you'll be paid Takin' drugs for my scars purple in my lemonade Empty out my cup to better days They won't take my soul, ain't no Hollywood bitch Gotta keep a pole on me when I move around it ain't no joke like magic disappear it's hocus pocus Ay tell me where's the beef, let me know, and if it's cold we can heat it up We a hit ya family tree, through the front door you ain't gotta lock the back for none I'm a need my money fast I remember how you switch up when I shared my last I don't like that type of energy I do the dash on em They gon turn into an enemy ya karma comin' from it Sippin' from the bottle I think I could almost see the bottom I could drown out all these problems but I know that ain't gon solve it Block ya number you a bother I ain't interested in talkin' If you do too much I got somethin' to really make you stop it Shout out back home couple homies with me always kept it solid Nothin' change between us I'm a give you somethin' out my pocket Only fuckin' with a few don't hit me up unless you coppin' And my people kickin' doors no you don't want it bitch I promise They won't take my soul, ain't no Hollywood bitch Gotta keep a pole on me when I move around it ain't no joke like magic disappear it's hocus pocus Ay tell me where's the beef, let me know, and if it's cold we can heat it up We a hit ya family tree, through the front door you ain't gotta lock the back for none