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Might rob her, aye
Blood spill on my shirt, yeah
Xan with the liquor, with a goth bitch smokin' herb
I'ma pull up to the function and I'll make my stick whisper
And it will not make a sound, 'cause it got a silencer, yeah, aye
Burn this earth, popped a pill, my belly hurt, yeah
His body's burn and I left it, it's the worse, aye
You got no money, and your chain lookin' like dirt, yeah
Shot my fuckin' opp now I'm pullin' up to church, yeah, aye

I got plugs, I got drugs, I got anything you need
I pull up, I pull up, I'ma make you fuckin' bleed
Too much blood, in my cup, 'cause you know that I'm a feind
Man, your bitch is bad, we be making fucking scenes, yeah

I got plugs, I got drugs, I got anything you need
I pull up, I pull up, I'ma make you fuckin' bleed
Too much blood, in my cup, 'cause you know that I'm a fiend
Man your bitch is bad, we be making fucking scenes, yeah

I got drugs, I'ma, I'ma pull up, yeah, aye
I'm a dutch, she a, she a bug, yeah, aye
I got drugs, I'ma, I'ma pull up, yeah, aye
I'm a dutch, she a, she a bug, yeah