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$loth
Like my bitches dead, bullet to their head Fuck a Fed, swangin' on the slab Get 'em sprayed with the twelve gauge Coming out my grave, where I lay Trigger finger foreplay, sippin' on a four Kick the door like the night before Lay 'em on the floor, then I'm ghost Welcome to the most, triple six, devil shit Satan, lay me down to sleep, R.I.P. six feet deep $uicide be on the creep I'm just a young GIF, walking with a limp R.I.P. to Pimp, sippin' dip Take a trip to fuck your bitch, that triple-six, Hades sent Smoked a hunnid blunts, laced with junk $uicide just hit a lick And now I'm sittin' on the couch, house is like a drought No one fuckin' in it, fuck my life, I'm fuckin' finished I'd let my soul diminish if I hadn't fuckin' sold it Promised everything, that's how the devil fuckin' wrote it
$now Leopard Uh
Slippin' back into the back, Ruby da Cherry don't know no slack I hack up another track, and subtract that from my fuckin' stack of scraps Me and $loth are fuckin' wack, and I hate the fact that we rap I just want to find a gap, so I can fill it with my sap Don't give a fuck about the cash, I just want to ash And laugh it off, whenever I be thinkin' 'bout the past Living life every day like I died yesterday, stuntin' like I'm paid I'll tell you right now, I've got a gold chain, but it's fake And I don't even wear it anymore I just want to close my eyes and die Leave my body on the fuckin' floor When I say I'm on my grind, it's not because I hustle It's because I grind my fucking teeth until the blood puddles I'm a hot boy, got a hot head, yeah, my blood fuckin' bubbles Got a snakeskin belt 'round my fuckin' neck But I broke the fucking buckle Uh
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