YellowPlasticWalkman

(Cemetary music)

Motherfuckers act hard 'till they on the ground bleeding

Slug hit his chest, make it hard for him to breathe in

Rain hit the grave, bitch, it's dead man season

Something on my waist fuck up your whole evening

Ammunition case in my duffel for a reason

Pull that thing out, how the barrel it be gleaming

You gon' feel the shells but you ain't gon' see me

He get up, then he fell, then his body started leaking

First I hit the shell for some blunts I be chiefing

Valor set me up, he got somе dope for the weekend

Rollin' up strong 'till my lungs feel wеakened

Candy painted hearse be the vehicle I be's in

5% tint, I can see but you can't sees in

Talking about some money like you the only one that sees it

Numbers don't matter when it's only pre-season

Sky pitch black for the night filled with treason

Bustin' all this liquor, pouring bourbon in my lesions

Moon hit my chain and my diamonds started seizing

Shaking like a cellphone, shining like a beacon

Bitches on my dick because I look like me, bitch