Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ruby Da Cherry
Rap
Scrim
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
[Verse 2]
I want a super sized $uicide
$lick, he told me, do or die
Did it, now I'm dead
Didn't even have to use any lead
Now my bed is soaked in the rest stuff seepin' out my head
'Cause I was thinkin' how I never have cheddar to shred
Grey*59 put slime in your fine dine
Met her in person, she better in bed
Grabbed my sweater and left, guess I spread her to death
No more breath in her chest, just the sweat on her breasts
[Verse 3]
Body stuffed in the truck of my 'Vette
Oddy Nuff got the shotty tucked up under his head
Sloppy cuts on my neck
Copycats try to copy cuts, now they dead
G*59, we tryna die
Fuckin' shine because the flame keep burnin' bright
Throw the body in the pile and call it a night
[Verse 4]
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
[Verse 5]
SAMCRO with the blade, get a mayhem vote
Funny how the shade's never thrown when you broke
Takin' dope to the face, then I turn to a ghost
The haters, the bitches, they come by the dozen
The lyin', the snitchin', I'm never gonna fuck with them
Pussy, you smell like your homies been fuckin' you
Run up, get done up, I'm dreamin' 'bout cuttin' ya
[Verse 6]
It's the Yung $carecrow with the ink on my body
Got Oddy right behind me and he grippin' that tommy
I got the shotty and I'm aimin' right to your fuckin' dome
Invasions in your home, hope you live alone
No, I can't be fuckin' with no motherfuckin' flodgers
That junkie motherfucker got prescriptions like a doctor
Take a hundred blunts to my motherfuckin' face
Pistol to the head of these bitches that be actin' fake
[Verse 7]
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Pistol to the head of these **** that be actin' fake
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
