To The Dead

I just took a Tessy in the GTR, I'm sweatin' My boy he got a SK, and that X5, boy you rented cnd all that rat shit they be on, we cannot defend it I pull the blicky out and you know that the mag extended Boy do magic with this shit you finna blemish cnd I got stripper hoes suckin' dick and doin' dances What you mean? Where he at? He took his chances cnd I been off the grid since I'm sippin' dirty actress yeah yeah I got the go Money on me right now, you know that hoe can't call my phone Cause I changed my number, I'm somewhere in the hills off dirty jones cnd I got a pretty model bitch, I make her touch her toes cnd she do whatever I wanna do, lets do that, I suppose (I suppose) Yeah, and I'm on that move again Bitch I said I need sprite and codeine, don't want juice and Gin She was sleeping on me back then, now she in my bed Damn, shit changed I got a hunnid They say ever since he got that ball, he ain't stop running That boy making hits like left and right, they say he buggin' seeing that we made it ""Oh yeah, them boys was not frontin"" No you not my bitch but we can play pretend cnd I got that scope, it see through smoke, this shit for infrared Ever since he started chasing millions he ain't go to bed Ever since I started sippin' drank I'm talkin' to the dead I feel like a vamp cause in the night time I be sippin' red I'm hearing you shorty, don't know what it mean Count up the money, my daily routine She wanna play in my submarine She bounce that ass, trampoline Cruising the city, halloween Zombie walkin', cause this blick on me She's a barbie, she from over-seas These Ed Hardy Mural on my jeans I was left in the dark, blue M-30 almost lost my spark Yeah, dirty blondes Hugh Heff double-D, cure my heart Straight to the moon, straight to the stars cRP hold 50, send em to the doctor That hoe gettin' frisky, baby don't you start