b*tch need a tic-tac
Sanity Dispatch
Give me a boost so my di*k touch the roof
I empty my clip and reload then i shoot
At your mama and mans if they f*ck with my crew
I need a doctor my mind is infected well f*ck you
Cause ima just NyQuil My sickness
Ibuprofen in my codeine all night
You heard me right b*tch i'm high like a kite
Fresh like a mint
All black ima Goth boy
Makeup running down got me lookin like a dead boy
They say my killing tendencies that sh*t be a defect
I tell them n*ggas finger on the trigger?
That's a reflex
Yall n*ggas dumb you can't f*cks with my sh*t
Yea i spent all my money on drugs and im okay with it
Walk on yo block and my wrist shine like dang
I Pull out that forty and let that sh*t bang
Slap some gold on my wrist call it wrist-weight
Pop a n*gga dead steal his timbs call it trade
Beat a n*gga dead cold might need life alert
If i pull up on yo block i hope you kill me first
b*tch need a tic-tac
Sanity Dispatch
Give me a boost so my di*k touch the roof
I empty my clip and reload then i shoot
Boost up the bass the ground shake make it move
b*tch! b*tch make it move
Boost up the bass the ground shake make it move