towel stains (feat. Papa Sleep)
IX Fall$
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Got this fully automatic Pointed down right at yo chest You better make a run Or test your luck before I grab the tec 9mm parabellum On my way you better let em' know We steady swervin' no suburban On the Autobahn Hollow point My trigger fingers Slip up In the scope Got no JFK in sight But got this iron to your skull Opposition bumping Memphis In the North, Black and Tans In the South Republic army Blow your brains out with no hands I was lurking through the streets To put up a fight You pussy boys don't stand a chance No getaway Benz or optic vision Might of caught you in a glance Silver chrome right on the rims But got an accent on my eye Pay the price or put this Chrome to your dome And then you might die Bones shiver Bloody tee My machete make a stain Hint of salt for your reaction MSG when you're in pain Pop a Xanax Got that Backwood tucked When I feel like a manic Detrimental if you f*ck around With my mind I start to panic Bones shiver Bloody tee My machete make a stain Hint of salt for your reaction MSG when you're in pain Pop a Xanax Got that Backwood tucked When I feel like a manic Detrimental if you f*ck around With my mind I start to panic Got this fully automatic Pointed down right at yo chest You better make a run Or test your luck before I grab the tec 9mm parabellum On my way you better let em' know We steady swervin' no suburban On the Autobahn Hollow point My trigger fingers Slip up In the scope Got no JFK in sight But got this iron to your skull Opposition bumping Memphis In the North, Black and Tans In the South Republic army Blow your brains with no hands Murder on my mind Live it up like its 99 Riding in the coup bumping mystic stylez Stay a little while bet you gonna have some fun Riding shotty with no pump Swerve the whip and turn you to a bloody stump 187 tapping weapons Like we dapping up with Satan Straighten up my tie I had enough Of all these kids we send em Straight to hell and sell they guts To pay for my all my medication Swear I'm going crazy way I Make your head look vacant Call from down below I can't wait cause I gotta get this Cant have a witness You get evicted Straight from this life like I got a vision Visit from some people that I fucking hate Guzzle gasoline and burn them all I just can't wait Got this fully automatic Pointed down right at yo chest You better make a run Or test your luck before I grab the tec 9mm parabellum On my way you better let em' know We steady swervin' no suburban On the Autobahn Hollow point My trigger fingers Slip up In the scope Got no JFK in sight But got this iron to your skull Opposition bumping Memphis In the North, Black and Tans In the South Republic army Blow your brains with no hands
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