Текст песни
That boy say he hard
Bitch I say you 67
My pistol preaching like the reverend
But don’t send a soul to heaven
I got hell bent written on every fucking casing
Watching the light leave their eyes the only high I’m out here chasing
I’m grippin the blade and I’m ripping the flesh
Swear I ain’t gonna stop till there ain’t nothing left
If he think he can stop it then gimme your best
But I ain’t finna fold with this wasp on my crest
If a tyrant is present then ain’t no contestin
A plague on your household a curse on your blessings
These vvs hittin like zapdos electric
I stay in the depths cause my pockets too heavy
I’m a big dog sippin
Lil bitch I’m never trippin
I got 2 glocks with me
And I’ll squeeze until they empty
When I die
I know exactly where I’m goin
If she with me then that bitch moanin
I rock dolo like a ronin
Let me die
every day that I wake up I wonder why
