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Got a blunt
 Pop a trunk
 Fill it with a fuck boy
 Bitch boy spilling his guts
 Stomach acid mixed with blood staining my all white white-laced SB Dunks
 Cop a couple bucks out his back pocket
 Wallet got to have something
 Otherwise i got to snatch something
 So I pulled out his heart from his chest
 Left the rest for his bitch and then left them
 I ditched for the seventh
 Fuck a motherfucker ducking
 Tucking in his tail
 I got a bone to pick with motherfuckers trying to see me fail
 Creeping like a vulture bitch i'm following his trail
 Picking on his bones for the flesh
 Leave the flies with the rest
 Leave his body growing pale
 Close his mouth with nails
 Dead men tell no tales
 Yung Jack Torrance with some bodies in the storage
 Lil broke mother fucker with enough to pay the mortgage
 Got that torture in my barrel
 Them ghost inhibit my mind
 It's that $uicidal junkie
 Young Scorcese of my time
 I'm creeping with 5 9 in the over look hotel
 Taking one look at us you can tell we come from hell
 I'm smoking and chanting spells
 Packing a couple bells
 Popping waves back to back
 I'm always riding the swell
 With all these drugs in my system
 Be hard to keep my attention
 The narrow run full of tempt to
 I see no one but these fingers
 The rinsed clues in existence
 The only reason I'm itching
 Itching to change all my present way
 Without me switching emission
 Or making millions
 Intention to get it quicker and stricter
 'bout getting money not flexin'
 Then get some bitches start flexin'
 And snatch a ring just for fun
 'til I strike them digits and add it to ya
 You'd be wishing that you would've fucking listened
 Wish you listened to me