Lyrics Headaches - Witchouse 40k

Cut up my hoe with a switch
Choppers gon′ stutter I look like a DJ
She wanna kick it for free like a PK
Shawty be riding my wave like a boat
Blood on my nose like a snorted a ghost
Sell em' a line and I feel like a telephone
I keep a nine with the beam like a sentinel
Raised by the wolves I got bored of my soul

Keep my hand beside my waist
On the semi-automatic
Got my hand inside your safe
Pockets empty its a habit
Smoking backwoods by the case
Roll it up and never pass it
Need the smoke up in my brain
Staying lucid in my casket

Came for the smoke
223 came with the scope
I leave hollow tips inside your wives
Taking your boat, into the gutter
I told him we float but he got Pennywise′d
I treat a hoe, just like the government told her the truth
But it's filled up with lies
All of the rope, gold on my neck like a bandage
From all of the nooses I tied
I'm coming up
I′m getting play for my feelings
But last year I wanted to die
Come to my show
Pussy boy talking a lot
So I left with his bitch on my side
Smoking on dope
I got a brick in the back and I′m cutting it up with a scythe
Never go home
I'm never sober enough to remember which coffin is mine

Fuck out my face
If you ain′t gonna ride for me hoe
If you gang then you ready to die for me hoe
Hand on my waist and my eye on the scope
And my wallet, a coffin, I'll raise from your soul

Fuck out my face
If you ain′t gonna ride for me hoe
If you gang then you ready to die for me hoe
Hand on my waist and my eye on the scope
And my wallet, a coffin, I'll raise from your soul