Lyrics Katana - DRENZYx666

Katana swinging motherfucker
Burning rubber in your baby mother
Not your homie, not your brother
Got me mistaken for another
When we pull up, they all start to stutter
Hiding underneath the covers
You won't make it until next summer
These money trees they got me covered

Motherfuck a backwood, bitch i'm rolling up a dutch
It was oh seven when the homie passed me the blunt
I took a puff and since then I've smoked like three tons
Burn through a whole pound smoke it by the end of the month
Pass it to me cherried, windows up in the Chevy
Sipping Bloody Mary's pillow talk with the Virgin Mary
Turning water into wine but im not squashing berries
I drink to numb the pain and lighten all this weight I carry
Everyday do the same damn thing
I wake and bake until my eyes are bleeding red
But I'm okay I'll just lay here for today
Don't call my phone bitch to you I don't have shit to say

Katana swinging motherfucker
Burning rubber in your baby mother
Not your homie, not your brother
Got me mistaken for another
When we pull up, they all start to stutter
Hiding underneath the covers
You won't make it until next summer
These money trees they got me covered

Give me the hundreds, the blues and the commas
I'm chasing the bag going to get it for sure
Never be fronting, do it because I love it
I carry the weight of this vision alone
I need the dub hoe, not walking away if it isn't with gold
Too many snakes in the grass
Nowadays they're calling you baby and bro
I'm like god in the flesh bitch
You heard what I said
I can't wait for the day when they finally cut the check
Yeah my life's a wreck, but I'm not falling yet
Sever the heads of the traitors and mount them
All along my wall instead
I got them mad because they heard me on the stereo
Nine millimeter, twin Glocks I still carry those
He's the type to try and put a ring on any hoe
Got that same bitch on her knees giving fellatios

Katana swinging motherfucker
Burning rubber in your baby mother
Not your homie, not your brother
Got me mistaken for another
When we pull up, they all start to stutter
Hiding underneath the covers
You won't make it until next summer
These money trees they got me covered