FoDa94'

Kill

Wake up, put my diamonds on, remember I ain't had none

Thinkin' that you Boosie with the fade, but never ran one

Talk like you gon' get me, but yo bitch ass never planned nah

Bits off who bits offbeat on the tree, you'll be my grandson

Reason for your season, hot sauce, call me AND1

Problems start to rain, we slide just like land does

If you wanna take it there, I'm already here

In the rearview mirror, wit' the barrel to your ear

It's a cold dark night, better bundle up

Glock stick, make ya flip, like a Knuckle Puck

Ballroom holler till the sun is up

Then it's back to the morgue, where we run it up

No check for your debt, I need cash when I collect

No respect for your set, or the sessions that you at

Livin' hell where I dwell, ever since I recollect

I need some bourbon on the rocks, I need a razor to your neck

It's the brown sippin', cow tippin', white trash icon

They can do what they do, but they'll never be what I'm on

Baggage in the face, look like 3M Nylon

Take it wit' the flash, you take BONES on the Nytol

Speak a sacred sermon to the bitch and then I ride off

Decision to envision, press 'em, watch as I slide out

Honeycomb the hideout, watch the rest die out

DeadBoy forever, grip a weapon when it's night out

Posted in the shadow, if I know that it's sun out

Flexin' shit that ain't yours, it's funny what they lie bout

I would hate to be you, I know you love to be me

S-E-S-H till they throw me in the lake bitch

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