Lyrics 808 - D010930000

He was running his mouth
I pop him like a perc
You run up on me
You expecting the worst
Chopper go make him dance
Now he hitting the jerk
You pull up to a Benz
I pull up in a hearse
Got that bass on my feet
Yeah that's what I deserve
In that vintage 97 matching my shirt
I got the shooter and got percs
You want smoke then match on that shit
On you nerds, bitch

Back off
I got the tom
Make them blast off
He gonna die so I'm taking the mask off
And that chain he got on getting snatched off

Talking crazy then you get snuffed quick
No you pussy boys not with the tough shit
Got a German 26 that's about 6
On my shinigang shit you can suck bitch

You made a mistake
Got no one to blame
I'll deal with it all
Feel nothing but pain
I hope that he dies
Got nothing to hate
Will it go away
Your love never stayed

Never really wanna go back
You're a shell of yourself and that's a fact
I'm medicated
Overrated
So deflated
Oldest Trick
Fuck your thoughts
In the mind
Switching men like you a bitch

Got bands to blow
Yeah fuck these hoes
Never really wanna be inside no more
Of my mind no more
Shits bout to blow
Bullet to the brain
It will never be the same

Pussy boys always acting like a fucking prick
Shawty drew a line I can feel that blood drip
Switching through my mind I can feel that shit split
Bitch you a lame
Yeah fuck all of it