LYRICS 
(HOOK)
You just be talking to feds 
Im sick in the head, my shorty might bite me
Ion really think she likes me
Only with me cuz my look makes her pricey
Are you fukked up? Bitch i might be 
Drinking everything that i can sight see
Are you just bluffin? I pull up no russian 
And empty right out on the scene
I dont give a fukk I stay clean 
Hearin the walls when they scream
Your shorty turned into my fiend
She taking my heart and my dreams
Theres bullets inside of my couch 
No i wont make it out
But my cash large amounts
Ill stay 6 in the ground 
Im surrounded by hounds 
They might rip me apart so to hell where im bound
(VERSE)
i think that im startin to trip
oh damn theres blood on my lip
yea sure its a habit to likk
fear of god on my hip 
invite only the clikk
so everyone perish if you disobey this ill get the serrated and turn you to mince meat if you say you hate us 
I fukkin cant (STAND)
the posers and pussies now step up like a (MAN)
u fearing the barrel then we are not the (SAME)
this is a stikk up so imma need that (CHAIN)
unless you want a bullet inside of ur brains
(HOOK)

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