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Yeah (Ha ha ha ha ha) Ey, ey Bitch- Bitch- Bitch I'm- Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin' 'bout? Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear 'em now Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin' 'bout? Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear 'em now Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out I'm a broke boy now Float down, in the Listerine Nicotine, all up in my bloodstream Ketamine, spiderweb scope, red beam Comin' out a dream Wake up on the scene Look at me, hell is heavenly Click clack Leave his ego in the dirt Fuck a Masi' and a hearse Made a mask out all my shirts, uh Pop a Perc', smoke a sack and head to work With the goblins in the earth All my homies introverts, ay (bitch I'm-) Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin' 'bout? Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear 'em now Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin' 'bout? Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear 'em now Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out Mopstick, gonna shoot 'em out the cockpit Thot bitch, got her fuckin' homie, that's a promise Lockpick, pull up on the pussy in the comments Vomit, sucking dick but lookin' like a novice, yuh Load a round, smoke 'em out Out the whip, out the house Blow a pound Now I got a bitch, bringing the window down Pull up with the gang, Hellhounds with a body count Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out Babylon, regiment Head hung, sediment In the bong, reppin' Nephilim Summon 'em up Fuckin' 'em up, better run home Load a mopstick made of bones at your megadome Never calling home, 'cause I'm all alone (uh, ay) Water in my tomb, scratching at the stones (at the stones) Looking at the moon, as I move along, move alone Summoning up a ghost for the conversations, ay
Writer(s): Michael Mcewan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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