Fema Camps

Creeping at night

Ready to take your fuckin' life

Roll the dice

Never think twice

Killing these bitches will always suffice

187, drinking red rum

Murder to me is fun

Ski-mask and the gloves, I feel no love

Fear no one

One shot, they done

Pistol grippers bag with zippers

$uicideBoy$ come equipped with pistols

Holding the TEC

Blade at your neck

In the middle of the street, hollerin' out, who's next?

Buck 'em and snuff 'em, leave 'em in the sheets

To a player like me, six feet ain't deep

Dead dope fiend with a pound in the seat

Fuck police and fuck your peace

Cappin' and dappin', that Uzi be slappin'

Fuck all the scrapping in your brain

I'm attacking

Just locked out slipping codeine

$uicideBoy$, bitch, trick or treat

Slick told me, light 'em up

Thought he meant all the blunts

Smurf was fucking, piling up

Now I'm high as fuck, fuck, fuck

Now I can't tell who's my enemies

Good thing I got ten of these felonies caused by my separate identities

Sending me to the loony bin again, I sin with no penalties

Kick it like a fucking centipede

Creeping crawling with no remedy

I'll piss on your fucking centerpiece

Smoke in this bitch

Now I'm smoking a bitch

Yeah I'm loading the clip

Put the roach to my lips

Now I'm blowing a kiss to your bitch

Drop dead in a pit

You should have already known what this is

I see you looking, watch to see how I'm doin', me boy

You might've lowered, you see me cake, you wanna plot on me, boy

I fill you up, come playin' fish, to beat the life out you, boy

Says you're a gangster, playing games

That's where your mind is destroyed

You all will go and get you head behind them bars of them, boy

These streets a trap, no comin' back

Mind when you walk through them doors

Hey, 'member all that shady streets, they let me butcher your gang

He be like really goofy shit, still forgiving your brain

All the time that you with me, we roll the gas

Smokin' at a hotel like Lil' C

Packin' on heat but a **** still eat

Cali kush got a **** feeling like, Jesus, yes

Smoke every ****, I will confess

I'm addicted to the weed and cess

But man, it's a fight till I reach by death

It's hustle