Lyrics:
back porch
With a cross-bow by the tiki torch
Gotta bass boat with a gator coat
Bought a double wide on a back note
He likes kodeak, Big Macs
Likes
gotta meet 'em at Philly
Bell finna rang, let me gеt back to Izzy
Supposed to be doing my work
But my fingers bе itching
I just can’t sit still
Gotta hop
cryin, pullin on my cape
Massive meltdown, bring the red tape
Back up victims who caught the vapes
New lp, time to make papes
Get the album,
bout the what was
And that the last time she was in a drive-by she was six
She said 'we from Mississippi'
So we don't fuck wit a lot of people
But my
got all that ass that i
Make her pop for me
Tell her do what doing You a
Whore and i knew it
What you had in shot and I blew it
I mix up my fluids
up the holes, the blood is gushing a lot
Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two
Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food
Mola story, rarely told
Back in the mix of things to break the mold
Good as gold mind ya leave negative thoughts behind ya
Type of how I'm livin be more
all my niggas, I pray they don't lack
If I lost all my dough, I can make it all back
Last year, we barely eat, now I fuck on Amiri sheets
And, even
Way up high in the Sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a roundup camp last fall
Oh, they'd taken
the increase gettin jack right in front of me
So I pull the tech close, my finger's on the trigger
Don't want to get wet, so they step
Cause mine's is slighty
me like to shake right
Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)
because I knew her, and i fucked her, and i missed
me like to shake right
Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)
because I knew her, and i fucked her, and i missed
touring make some extra cream
But the experience was priceless
They get me keen and now I'm driven by a
Force that's impossible to visualise
I'm driven like
a mix
Nigga gon' get some more practice if you tryna kill the biggest
Thirsty to link up with some hoes I'ma have a bitch kill him
Be in the cut with them
couple digs
Got my tooth snapped in half by an older and that really took the piss
You learn danger when you come up in the mix
Visiting my uncle in
Awake catch em ‘fore they sleep
You’ll know me by the end of the week
Feel incomplete without a receipt, it’s me
On the block feigning for some beats
hated by my own kind
So I keep a grip on the nine like its my life line
And rubber on my dick cause these hoes is trifling
I got my back against the wall,
and some cold beer
If you don't rattle the cashier
By asking her back to your room
She's calling security
Our car's on fire in the parking lot
It must be where the goodie-goodies live
Thinkin' that they too good to
Give candy to little kids
I'm not little or a child by any means
But I brought
the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like
the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like
the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like
Got a condom on but she begging me to take it off
Probably coming out your girl
1942 mixed it with the Clicquot and I'ma probably hurl
Lot of weight
Day's(?) dead corpse it was the sweetest taboo
your fetus I chew my head in your cunt and lots o' blood squirtin'
it's big trouble in little vagina like Jack
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