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Yeah
Strip
They want that fuck shit, Mr. Double Back
Not because I missed, let me see him rest in piss
Off the 9-mill' driller, pass me the liquor
Mr. Pitbull, you the runt of the litter
Bullet fragments hit your body, they gon' sparkle like some glitter
Let's think quitter, pop Perc', winner
Fifty ball in the club, make it hail like the winter
Fossil fuel in my cup, this that Act' in my liver
Brought that fuck you music
Go blow your brains out to it (What the fuck?)
Woke up mad as shit, thirty-clip, I'ma shoot it
Go dumb, I'ma lose it, shit, bitch, she be choosin'
I got Percs, Xans, lean, fuck shit, I go stupid
Okay, I'm on
I was really lost
Triеd to crucify me like the man on thе cross
Tenfold, 'bout to get this guap, I raised my stocks
Time is slippin' losin', track of time when I watch, I know
I was really lost
Tried to crucify me like the man on the cross
Tenfold, 'bout to get this guap, I raised my stocks
Time is slippin', losin' track of time when I watch, I know
Yeah, tell me how you feel
Never been the type to pour a four or crack a seal
Crush a Percocet to put it in my nasal field
'Cause that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
Feelin' alone, I don't got a home, but she used to say, "What's up?"
Take my tee off, he get beat up, pussy boy, what's up?
Grab that piece on me, I'm pushin' P [?]
Okay, tell me, tell me
Have you ever moved a couple bricks across the [?]
No time for the pussy plot, bitches
I'm tryna feed my family, I just wanna rock
Just like they trip up on my dick, get off my cock, bitch
I just wanna fly higher than a cockpit
You just wanna die, bitch, I wanna drop shit
Drivin' down the I, losin' ain't an option
You will not survive, you can see that motherfuckin' killer in my eyes
I was really lost
Tried to crucify me like the man on the cross
Tenfold, 'bout to get this guap, I raised my stocks
Time is slippin', losin' track of time when I watch, I know
I was really lost
Tried to crucify me like the man on the cross
Tenfold, 'bout to get this guap, I raised my stocks
Time is slippin', losin' track of time when I watch, I know
I feel like Bernie Madoff, I made off with lots of bands
Niggas thinkin' that I play golf, I'm swingin' to pop your mans
This choppa could chop a van, hit noggins and not ya vans
Catch a FACE SHOT, FACE SHOT, you ain't got a chance
No pussy niggas allowed on this side I stand
Bitch, you could die with my enemies, I'm not your friend
I swear, this war ain't ever over, gotta plot revenge
A lot of blood stains on the carpet when I'm stompin' in
Okay, I'm on