Lyrics

Aye I got a pocket fulla kerosene Aye I got the rocket finna torch ya face Aye I got a pocket fulla felonies Aye bout to cock it for the fuckery Aye I'm boutta get this dough Boutta bake yo mans fry him up on the stove Boutta lick this hoe, lookin pitiful Boutta bust .44 like the the big kick door Drippity drooling in ya laceration Then I'm gon get to masticating Grey the master of decapitation Get to scrapping drag you on the pavement Smoking that flagrant, any location I'm finna face it, trip on the laces ahh 9 9 drive by I spy uh Yo clique too bitch not fly uh Bye bye .45 yo mind uh Too quick who dis? I sigh uh White all on my face I'm lookin like a juggalo Bitch I'm smokin moon rocks moon walkin on a hoe Put ya phone on airplane mode ya man will never have to know Shout out the 44 send my kids all down her throat Imma grab some pool cleaner Mix it with some aquafina Sprinkle little bit of tina Shoot it all down my urethra Now I'm screaming at my walls and idk where i'm at Imma grab some ketamine and overdose like mr krabs Imma pull my penis out and tinkle all up on tha game Imma body anybody that be getting in my way Bitches sayin that they love me they don't even know my name I ain't fuck w fake love so get the fuck up out my face Roll up another dutch In the east end villa Dropped two tabs Tripping sack at the riva I'm tough as fuck Finna eat a bowl of nails for dinner I'm only 5'8 I can't never be no center
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