Tru2DaGame

It's Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door

It's Roland fuckin' Jones pushin' at your fuckin' door

True to the game-game, motherfuck the fame-fame

When I hit the graveyard, I'll be the one the game-game

Skeleton bang-bang, my gun can do the same thing

Gonna be mo' than bullets shells, droppin' in the Range-Range

Body rot, body rot, see yo' silly ass talk a lot

Hop the whip, then I drop the top, poke yo' ass, then I pop the Glock

You're talkin' to a pistol (he chopped like a body shop)

I figured out what could miss you (got popped now went body rot)

The D, the E, the A, the D, to the B, to the O-Y-S

That's every day, I drop it off and I evade

I'm out the way, I'm in the shade

I'm twistin' haze, I'm feelin' crazed, my mind is glitchin' for the blunt smoke

If it's a problem then it's gun smoke

Mask on, trick-or-treat, I'm waitin' at your front door

TeamSESH DeadBoys