Motherfuckers act hard till they on the ground bleeding , slug hit his chest make it hard for him to breathe in

Rain hit the grave bitch its deadman season, something on my waist fuck up your whole evening

Ammunition case in my duffle for a reason, pull that thang out how the barrel it be gleaming

U gonna feel the shell but you aint gonna see me, he yelled then he fell then his body started leaking

First I hit the shell for some blunts I be chiefin, beles hit me up he got some dope for the weekend

Rolling up strong till my lungs feel weakened candy painted hearse be the vehicle I bees in

5% tint I can see but you can't sees in talking about some money like you the only one that sees it

Numbers dont matter when its only pre season sky pitch black what a night for a treason

Buzzing off this liquor pouring bourbon in my lesions moon hit my chain and my diamonds started seizing

Shakin like a cell phone shining like a beacon bitches on my dick cuz I look like me bitch