[Verse: Night Lovell]
b*tch name Alyssa, still I'm gone with no Swisher
Shots of rum in the pitcher I take the time get me richer
Got the thot so intact, dark from ground to the cat
Made a bill from the stack this sh*t got a pill for the back
Hit that b*tch from the back
Say you run with the pack
Miss my face with that sh*t you say that you bring the f*ck back
Say I’m always so cold, told the story to know
In the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold
I'm so ashamed don't run, don’t you run
Thinking that you'd end this sh*t from excess to the gun
Burning in the light, from the motherf*cking sun
My ways to the stage don't you never f*cking fund
No status, no practice, stay low, never a sh*t show
Takin stacks for the snow, I take your b*tch and she know
Movin' fast, through the glass, never take it
n*ggas talk, never walk and I come straight back to lacing
Nab that sh*t been dead, still you down your f*cking head
Seen with stats to da racks I go down with thots in the back
Dumb ass n*gga with the Ruger
f*ck around and pop ya'
No, I'm never gonna stop her
Cut the power
You a marker
Tell, them, my life, always, down, from, the, crowd
Never, will I, make yo, ass, down, for the, town
Layin', on the, low, face, down, in the, bay
Sippin, gin, never, take, facts, to the, back
Let's go down to my n*ggas, tell me b*tch, don’t sing it
Tell me sh*t but that’s counterfeit
Think I'm dumb cause then sh*t I lit
Momma said four figures, make it big, no dealers
Walking round’, no trace of hit, takin' cash from yo dealer's sh*t
Chip slow for the back show bout' ten mil in ’Lando
Paint sh*t from thot sh*t you call me Picasso
n*ggas say that I'm wack though, f*ck a b*tch in yo' Volvo
White meat on my plate though, white sheet to my pencil
[Verse: Bones]
Dumb white f*ck
Sc*m from the jump
Trash from the dump every limb stay numb
35 blunts and the sun ain't up
I don't need to rush and you ain't gotta wait up
Either way umm ima make way up while you coming to the finish
You will see me splitting ribbons really wish that they were kidding
When they say that I be killin but they mean it b*tch
I put it down you couldn't even leave it couldn't lay it I'm archaic
I'm the fire in the basement I'm the bomb in the attic
I'm your heart when its racing stone cold theme song when I really get it going
Mick foley car crash droppin like owen
RIP to the blue f*cking blazer
And f*ck the people behind the scenes that didn't make sure it was safer