This a $crim DJ with that 808
They me a dead motherfucker Leaving fucker's heads stuck under the covers But I if they know I got a suicide kit Granting me a wish blade sliding up my wrist, uh Unleash the lead my pistol into my head Cristal on my dead body Teflon don leave you looking sprawled out on my lawn call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy Or Ruby da No not blood it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry a little sip the pit Half dead motherfuckers up the click Slick Sloth me we got to dip Calling on Grant me a I wish that you could enter the The of the triple six So I can stop the That will happen I'm in the back of a wagon my wrists Wave a blood white flag Dragging my body the mist Take your best Aim it, it Know going to miss Not a note, I'm leaving a list bitch
Fuck her one and I pull out Cock it one this a shootout Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we don't them Got a Ford with a trunk in the where we stuff them Sick and tired of boys acting like heard of Gotti, do you get the picture? Motherfuckers couldn't hold my jock strap Glock strap loaded, dog, fuck rap I kill for the fun Pop a with a nun I dance on the sun Go and take a bump Fuck a chump with a I made you, so how you to break me? But, I guess the breeds envy But, tempt me one wrong move I can put it in your life, either way, I don't Hit the booze, I'm a fool with the tool Buried in the backyard with an underground $uicideboy$, go and yourself Doing after drug, dog, fuck health Scrimmy ever quitting, dog, fuck help And wealth, here's a Benji for you broke bitches Card's dealt, go and me the rope bitches