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The murder rate in New Orleans has already surpassed last year, so the negativity that comes with the killings once again Pull the trigger Budd Dywer, hahahahahaha Pulling up with a new vengeance (Achoo) $licky so sickening Enemies think that I trust 'em Head in the clouds from the mushrooms Isolated, I don't want discussion Headlock a bitch while I fuck her Losing my screws like I got a concussion Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck you to your face, I ain't tryna wait Hell was my home on the west side Homies down to ride, let that chopper slide, representing that northside I ain't got the time, crime after crime Everyday I'm dying, here to terrorize Devil afterlife, silence on the .9, triple six be my kind Hear the second line, hear your momma cryin' Violence what we 'bout, all on my side Ticky ticky time, bitch it's $uicide Smoking your ash in my pine, ho Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow Aim my gun right at your throat What was that shit you had spoke? Fan away all of the smoke Shatter the mirror, and sweep up the broken glass Turn a Backwood into ash, flick it all over my path Follow the cash Syrup needs Sprite, just a splash I am the wave, let me crash Smoking that gas, steady snorting them blues Blind as a bat, eyes rolled back, what a view Ignoring my phone, tell your bitch to stay home 'Cause when Ruby is out, the town turn to a zoo Mac from the south, back from the drought, gat in my mouth Ain't no rat in the house, casually strapped up the casualty count Every step I take is gasoline doused, pass me an ounce Stacking accounts, keep talking shit, you'll get smacked in the mouth Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow I think you bitches outta time (Yup) Rolly too froze, caution, ice I been on hunts for the right price It's only right, I buy up all the pints We ducking jakes, guns at the light Rendevouz, meet with a lil' nigga wife Rose gold Patek, I'm thinking no ice I need a big body hottie in the bike Rolling that dope up, she count up my moolah That bitch a lil' shooter, I don't do the Rugers That Glock like Usher, it's singing, type shooting I move like a Bruin, my lifestyle is stupid I gotta keep drank on me, nigga might lose it Smokin' that stank, he thought he smelled manure I been a big boss, ask 'bout me, watch me, I prove it All of y'all niggas really out here losing (Bad shit) Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow Pulling up with a new grind, folk Do we fuck with your kind? Nope I done been out my mind, so I don't mind watching you die slow
Writer(s): Jerry Antoine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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