[LYRICS]

light up the green and take off, lyrics tip of my tongue 
when i’m high, words just blurt out when i hit the blunt 
catch me blunted, i’m stunting all over your bitch 
keeping the blade, it’s still tucked in my hip

i cut down your bitch, don’t wanna hear shit
please keep it quiet or zetta gon flip
and kill everybody that’s up in this shit 
bullets flying through everybody gettin hit

so maybe next time consider a damn vest
cuz when shit pop off, the bullets aim for your chest
still i never said that i was a damn vet
cuz i’m cutting you open and pull your spine from your chest

i’m just one step away from murder
one fucking hoe i curve her
said fuck your bro, i’ll murk ya 
ILL MINDED, we gon curse ya

aiming at your motherfucking wig
zetta coming for your fucking shit
you still lane changing, like a fucking bitch
ILL MINDED we gon end your fucking shit

SINISTER

ZETTA THE ILL MINDED

PROD BY $LICK
Told that pussy knuck if you buck, step on up trick
Life’s a roll of dice so test to luck
Knuckle up

Got that Loose change up in my pocket banging off the chrome bitch,
Easy come easy go
 Man this shit gets  It gets old quick 

You could never pace this 
Your hope is misplaced bitch
You’re Tasteless.
Wanna fuck around now you faceless
Just Face it. 
Your better days are the in the fuckin past.
Should’ve known it wouldn’t  last
Just Kick it back and flick that ash

I Got a Whip made of dope 
Hoe I’m up in the smoke, 
Bitch I’m Sliding round town wit a hunnid fuckin spokes.
Bumpin Southern Sounds , if you reachin you get poked. 
Hoe It’s murda what she wrote trick bitches getting smoked 

Blown off that pack then we gon get some mo,
These clouds they all follow wherever I go 
Rollin it up then we hittin the road
Spittin them slugs, and they hittin the floor 

This that boofpack shit fuck around and catch a clip 
If you Steppin to the clique
It’s yo wig that’s gettin split bitch

STANLEY$TEAMERS

gone. [Prod. Vdrivn]

[Verse 1]

I’ve been on another planet cause I can’t stand this damage
Swallowin bottles of oxy as a bandage
Double my dose when the pain gets hard to manage now I’m outlandish
My sto￼mach is churning don’t know where I turning my soul is stranded

Can’t feel the pain if you don’t feel a thing
That’s why I’m sipping this drank like it’s gas in a tank 
Don’t pray to the saints
Only be giving my thanks when I feint
Never find love cause my heart only taints steadily driven by hate 
I’m hopeless forever salvation can’t even be faint I’ve established my fate 

[Hook]
Crushing up my medicine to feel alive until I die
I can fix myself if I just dope until I flatline hoe

[Verse 2]

Another day locked in my spaceship cause I don’t know where my face is
All of the feelings I’ve had are what I keep chasing I’m feeling complacent
Roll all my problems inside of a blunt just so I can face it
My life is a race cause I married the reaper so death and I got an arrangement

Rearrange my veins with the blade if I can’t stay out of my head
Or swallow the led if I run outta meds 
Wasting my breath when I talk cause everyone’s deaf 
Reality isn’t relatable maybe a dose of the codeine will put me to bed 
I travel the galaxy dreaming of falsifies empty my cup for the hole in my chest

[Hook]
Crushing up my medicine to feel alive until I die
I can fix myself if I just dope until I flatline hoe

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Dylan Howell

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