Lyrics

I might mix the perc with x cus bitch I'm taking all my chances I'm at Cvs i don't walk out empty handed I'm a bandit where i'm standing we toat tools like a mechanic Reckless abandon i panic when i'm sober i can't stand it Man my chest hurt hella weed i smoke the best earth When i go to church i just pray that my tek work I won't test her on my nerves i can't text her Man my wrist hurt go to work i cant rest first I just chef up choppa blew thru like 100 trucks If i'm next up world gon find out i don't give no fucks 100 niggas kreepin' out tha cut yea that's really us 100 bucks hydros powered up keep yo semi tucked Keep yo semi close we dispose better duck n roll Hop up out a hole upping poles dumping ammo 7up pull up to tha club in some camo Got a bullet belt on my waist but i ain't rambo Got a rocket launcher on my shoulder i'm commando You don't even know i'm kimono got dirty fanta Not atlanta all my texas niggas stand up Imma come back home and move more packs than fucking santa
Writer(s): Bryce Charles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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