SLOW DEATH

Zeddy need that niccy cuz these hoes be acting shitty
Listening to 50 I'm with Sally smoke a spliffy
Smoke it in a jiffy, ain't nobody fucking with me
Imma roll another blizzy still ain't no-one fucking with me
Pack touch down from the states blowing indo
Fuck a haircut got the nine up on my temple
Shiesty as a fuck when I be tweaking off the benzos
Fuck that, I be smoking till my skull crack
Riding real low bending corners in the Cadillac
3 up in the wood I chop it down like I'm a lumberjack
Fuck out my face I think I need some space
Smoke to the face now I'm floating through space
I don't feel great, feel like leaving this place
Only slow death awaits please come take me away
(Stupid bitch)

Took a couple seconds off to get back to my old self
Zed got the blicky, long range hold the inhale
Exhale when he pull the trigger we don't mean well
I be on my own shit, fuck your trends and fuck a cowbell
Boppin down the street, blasting 50 while they acting shitty
Got the niccy going to my head I make em dizzy
Love to my g, my bro, my guy, my twizzy
Started from the bottom
Now we up forever out here stacking Lizzy
They blocking off the exits tryna shut me out
I tell these fuckers if they want the smoke I'm sittin in the south
You gonna head off? Before we take your fucking head off
I aim the read dot, ain't no smoke and mirrors when your brain's gone
They all naysay but we ain't on the same wave
Imma move onto the next like its a segue
Shells will hit his body when I let the ting spray
If we ever fucked, I didn't mean it, have the worst day
Fuck all these bitches they all act the same
Stay needing the pack cuz it's keeping me sane
Zed got the nine to his temple again
I'm so done wit you hoes get the fuck in your lane