This a beat DJ with that 808
They figure me a dead mother fucker's heads stuck under the covers But I wonder if they know I got a kit Granting me a wish Razor blade up my wrist, uh Unleash the lead from my pistol my head Pouring Cristal on my body Teflon don leave you fresh sprawled out on my lawn Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Or da Cherry No this not it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry Take a sip the pit Half motherfuckers throwing up the click Slick telling me we got to dip on Shenron Grant me a I wish that you could the dragon The chambers of the six So I can stop the will never happen I'm in the of a wagon slitting my wrists Wave a stain white flag Dragging my into the mist Take best shot Aim it, it you're going to miss Not a note, I'm leaving a list $uicideboy
Fuck her one time and I out it one time this a shootout Don't bar no lemon, boys we don't love them Got a Ford with a in the back where we stuff them Sick and tired of boys like bitches heard of Gotti, do you get the picture? Motherfuckers couldn't even hold my strap Glock strap fully loaded, dog, rap Cause I for the fun Pop a with a nun Bitch I on the sun Go and take a little Fuck a chump a pump I you, so how you going to break me? But, I guess the spotlight breeds But, tempt me with one wrong I can put it in your life, either way, I don't Hit the Drinking booze, I'm a fool with the Buried in the backyard with an underground $uicideboy$, go and kill Doing after drug, dog, fuck health never ever quitting, dog, fuck help And fuck wealth, here's a for you broke bitches Card's dealt, go and pass me the rope