To Oblivion

All black fucked up
Ridin shotty in the caddy
Out of body experience
Ridin' to oblivion
Vibin' delirium
They oblivious to our destruction

Pop a hole inside your fitted
Fifty nine fifty
Front to back
Fuck a fake
Pump a fake
Full of lead
Paint you red
Copper head jumpin'
And flippin' yo body
Nobody can stop me
I'm bumpin' that Tennessee mane
Fuck the fame
Steady creeping underground
Bustas tryna fuck around
Getting twisted up in chains
Grab the reins
Twisted metal
Grippin' bottles
Flippin' molotovs
I'm sippin'
Hope I fuckin burst in flames
Like Johnny storm

All black fucked up
Ridin shotty in the caddy
Out of body experience
Ridin' to oblivion
Vibin' delirium
They oblivious to our destruction

Check the final form bitch
Tundra like a storm bitch