Got a 20 for the killa
Bitch get out my side, in really
Murder murder 187
Keep that motherfucker chilly
Never wanna be bogged down
With my boys but all alone
If you want to come my zone
U need to know what it's our home

Buy that pocket feel the poppet
Knock off guy who wonna stop it
Breathe this freedom
Try to kill em
Lay them down beneath a fiefdom
Take away all that secretions
From that body on the floor

Never permit ent to basement
For a hundred of our whores

Crawl deeper
Feel the reaper
Now the lights get even bleaker
Your demeanor in a mess
In a localized progress
Only care about the leader
Till your punishment process
Can't get out of the maze
But he is claiming our place
[x2]
THRILL THAT SHIT
DOUBLE CUP
TELLING ME
BITCH WHAT'S UP

CAME TO US
SMOKING KUSH
TAKE A BLUNT
NEVER PUSH