Fake Pontchartrain lyrics

[Verse 1: Anthony Mars]
Red tears run down my scattered face
Six blunts rolled, laced
Holdin' the pace with fate
Hand on the wheel, with my foot on the clutch
Made a deal with the Devil, just to get my di*k sucked
By six different b*tches, watch 'em switch up (Watch 'em switch up)
Triple six lynches, tie the rope up (Tie the rope up)
Abusin' narcotics because my life is chaotic
Don't even get no f*cking pleasure, whether or not it's erotic
Into my grave, I left my conscience there between the pistol
And the blade that I had used to end my f*cking fate again
I swear (I swear)

[Verse 2: Norman Atomic]
Hades born and raised, I'm chokin' in the smoky blaze
I'm drownin' in the local lake, I make 'em frozen, how I flake
Draped in purple velvet cloaks
Ruby stones up in my crown, the earth will be my f*cking throne
Ruby drowned and pluto was found
Three-headed dog locked up in the pound
But I let them out every once in a while
Gimme what you got, and I'll put it in a pile
Burn it up, then I smile
Starvin', all I got is stomach bile, number dialled
Nile flooded, puttin' out the f*cking fire
(Aww)
[Interlude: Key Nyata]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Key Nyata]
Life been getting a little longer
Still keeping money in my bag, I'll loan ya
These n*ggas lying, girl, they all baloney
Most fake and the rest corny (sh*t)
Call up shorty, kill a n*gga for me (Yeah)
I used her for this bait, get to four deep (Deep)
They'll be wonderin', who's recording
'Cause I made it look super sporty
Kill for sport and pop a 40 (Yeah)
I don't say sh*t, 'cause they know me (Yeah)
I called your b*tch, 'cause she wanted to blow me (Yeah)
Got the money, yeah, n*gga show me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Got the strap and the sawed on me (Yeah)
Got this cash, and it's all on me (Yeah)
If you beefin' n*gga, I got a .40
Then pop-pop then you all gone, yeah (Ahh, ahh, ahh)

[Outro: Key Nyata]
Then you all gone, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Call my phone, yeah
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