Flodgin'

Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake
I want a super sized suicide
$lick, he told me do or die
I did it now I'm dead
Didn't even have to use any lead
Now my bed is soaked in blood
Red stuff seeping out my head cause I was
thinking how I never have cheddar to shred
Grey 9 put slime in your fine dime
Met her in person
She better in bed
Grabbed my sweater and left
Guess I spread her to death
No more breath in her chest
Just the sweat on her breasts
Body stuffed in the trunk of my Vette
Oddy Nuff got the shotty tucked up under his head
Sloppy cuts on my neck
Copy cats try to copy cuts
Now they dead
We trying to die
Fucking shine because the flame keep burning bright
Throw that body in the pile and call it a night
Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake
SAMCRO with the blade get a mayhem vote
Funny how the shade's never thrown when you broke
Taking dope to the face then I turn to a ghost
The haters, the bitches, they come by the dozen
The lying, the snitching, I'm never gonna fuck with them
Pussy, you smell, like your homies been fucking you
Run up, get done up, I'm dreaming about cutting you
It's the Yung Scarecrow with the ink on my body
Got Oddy right behind me and he gripping that Tommy
I got the shotty and I'm aiming right to your fucking dome
Invasions in your home
Hope you live alone
No, I can't be fucking with no mother fucking flodgers
That junkie mother fucker got prescriptions like a doctor
Take 100 blunts to my mother fucking face
Pistol to the head of these bitches that be actin fake
Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake