Rollin’ down the hill like I’m rolling all my digits
Why you on my dick you’re legally a midget
Slit you with a knife holding on like my b#tch did
This ain’t music this is how we do business
You wanna come with me to scar land?
Come cop you a ticket
You need drugs what’s your limit?
Get you high like you f#cked up in a minute
I take money and I rob for fun
Everyone running from me like I got a gun
You got crack, well f#ck ima need some
Throwing all these bodies like I really f#cking need none
YEA!
Blood puddles, I killed you..
You’re lying on the floor in my rear view
Bodies yea I got a few
I’m f#cked up but I live how I do
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