Lyrics

You can sit in the back if the pack in the front seat I been up at night counting racks till it's sunny I been up at night making wok till my heart drop Heard you got the drop on yo opps and you called the cops nigga Devil on my shoulder and that nigga speaking facts Tryna run the fade like my nigga where you at My momma think I'm sad cus I'm dressing all black Told her ill be right back plug dropping off the pack Where kimono at thats that nigga with them dreads And his eyes stay on red man he made evildead I been in the back with my wax fuck the feds Gone off a blunt and a tab where my bed If I'm off some shots indica clear my head Off the cough meds I be actin brain dead You really think you green we gone leave u niggas red Ion even understand what be goin through my head Shawty think its pills but I'm popping lemon-heads What is rehab man I'm better off dead Pounds of exotic its stuffed in my locker Creep with a glock in the bush like a stalker Black on black diamonds just like it's rwanda I feel like peace walker I tote rocket launchers I blow up yo crib man I feel like obama Diss 7up we pull up on yo mama Kill me today and I'm reaching nirvana You reach for a knife man I reach for my chopper 9 clips on me man call me kurama
Writer(s): Bryce Charles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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