For the dope, make em bleed, blood spilled like oil
She just wanna spark it, turn it up like volume
Put you on trial to come with no lawyers
TeenWitch mixed the cauldron, let it boil
This b#tch tried to play me, I applaud you
This Swiss wrist perpetual with the motion
Tick, tick, b#tch, my weapon is sick of waiting
His life wasn’t sh#t, but his death was amazing
Christmas list this year, I need patience
Long as you hurting, my time was never wasted
517 on the grave where I’m resting
.357 turn this b#tch into a western
Two-faced fakes tryna play like a jester
Two .50 cals that I’m holdin’ like investments
Should have worn a vest, can’t step when you blacklist
Blood on my chains, red rocks on my necklace
You think there’s a god that’s protecting us
If thats true, then why my woods never fresh enough, huh?
(If thats true, then why my woods never fresh enough?)
b#tch
Back to the mode, I know
Somewhere in my zone with the world on pause
You wanna stay, b#tch you gotta go
Logging out of life, ‘fore the blunts get rolled
Never running out of ice, I’m indefinitely froze
Cryogenic every piece, deep sea how I glow
I could recollect the scene but you’ll never ever know
How it feels in the snow, tryna get it on your own
4AM nights, 5AM flights
I treat myself bad but the dope treat me nice (yeah)
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