Letras
I got a 12 gauge pump in the shotgun seat
Six rounds in the barrel lookin for a little heat
Got the pedal pushed down doin' 90 in a 50
I'm dying tryna give a damn
Well, I usually don't get stirred up like this
But I'm tired of the fake love and all the fake shit
If you ain't riding with me, get the fuck out of my way
I ain't got time for the lame shit today
Get outta my way, outta my way, outta my way
But I can guarandamntee you won't meet another motherfucker like me
Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed
All bark, no bite, you a hatin' ass bitch
Brought a knife to a motherfuckin' gun fight
Got my shades on, looking like I can't see
But I can pick up on you pretty easily
Like a blue tick hound tracking blood on the ground
I'm the last of a dying breed
I'm on a one lane black top straight from hell
In a souped up red 69 Chevelle
I got the birds flying out in the back rearview
If you don't like me, it's a big fuck you
We can get this thing rolling anytime that you want
Step up to the plate, but I know that you won't
I can smell fake shit from a mile away
Ain't stopping, better get the fuck outta my way
Get outta my way
But I can guarandamntee you won't meet another motherfucker like me
Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed
All bark, no bite, you a hatin' ass bitch
Brought a knife to a motherfuckin' gun fight
Got my shades on, looking like I can't see
But I can pick up on you pretty easily
Like a blue tick hound tracking blood on the ground
I'm the last of a dying breed
But I can guarandamntee you won't meet another motherfucker like me
Keep talking that shit like you can't bleed
All bark, no bite, you a hatin' ass bitch
Brought a knife to a motherfuckin' gun fight
Got my shades on, looking like I can't see
But I can pick up on you pretty easily
Like a blue tick hound tracking blood on the ground
I'm the last of a dying breed