don't look in the garden

I can't let police through my door

I just need a minute, take that body off the floor

This shit get so hectic, I can't do this anymore

Body, weapon, weapon, body, weapon my décor

Don't get this shit twisted I'm still cleaner than before

Don't look in the garden

I don't what's gotten into me

But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'

All these bodies rotten

Make 'em go to sleep

Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)

Don't look in the garden

I don't what's gotten into me

But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'

All these bodies rotten

Make 'em go to sleep

Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am

I know some white boys that got ties wit' the police

I can drop like 12 bodies, act like they don't know me

But I don't talk to the police, fuck that, they whole team

I'ma keep my mouth shut for some boy in blue try to hoe me

I know that he talk he is not me

I'ma fuck around, and just pull up wit' that Tommy

I need like three white bitches on me, them hoes so naughty

I can't trust no hoe, wit my life, she ain't got me, got me

Don't look in the garden

I don't what's gotten into me

But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'

All these bodies rotten

Make 'em go to sleep

Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)

Don't look in the garden

I don't what's gotten into me

But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'

All these bodies rotten

Make 'em go to sleep

Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am

Big boss, top floor

Fuck up, you get shot hoe

Bitch, I been had that rocket on me like I'm Rondo

Number Nine, that boy follow trends until his numbers die

I might pull up in his fucking crib, like bitch who wanna die