Death Row (feat. Les)

Copy Colonel, ay I can confirm, the enemy has been taken down Death Row Death Tone All these bitches whack Rep thrown Checked clothes I ain't hitching back Running cul-de-sacs Fun even front to back Journey's over now How am I a fucking trap Death Row Death Tone All these bitches whack Rep thrown Checked clothes I ain't hitching back Running cul-de-sacs Fun even front to back Journey's over now How am I a fucking trap Yooo Shit I didn't do Shit's scary fucking boo Jump scared a federal crime To me is a spoof Fucking breaking through a roof Shooting from the back like Booth Robbing all they shit like shoes Than I exit like I moved I be fucking and ducking and dunking all cus a run in, with motherfuckers glasses on McLovin, finna yap about a dozen Hold up my cuzin Imma break em down Finna clean up they asses with a knife and a towel Did I do it Wow, stop judging you fat cow Go back to live in the south, show em what we talk about Do I tolerate sleuths? Nah I fucking hate you' s. I wanna smack you and rap to my murder tape that stars you Here's the assisting felon that helped me go fake spoofs. Let em explain all this shit like he wearing hey dudes You a good person but I hate you I feel like Kanye cuz I hate I bought the the lingerie, she bought the vape The f*ck you think I was gon say? Some racist shit, niggas talking, still shopping at payless bitch Don't need a birthday cake I got them bands Cautious I do this often aim at ya mans Stop calling, steady stalkin, my hoe mane Crash dummies, they gon wanna run up If I tell them, they gon shoot until the sun up Talk about me, they ain't keepin it 100 Death Row Death Tone All these bitches whack Rep thrown Checked clothes I ain't hitching back Running cul-de-sacs Fun even front to back Journey's over now How am I a fucking trap Death Row Death Tone All these bitches whack Rep thrown Checked clothes I ain't hitching back Running cul-de-sacs Fun even front to back Journey's over now How am I a fucking trap I'm the reason why you don't get on nerves Ticked off maybe once and gun go off with no perms All of these opps, they just a bunch of nerds They only give a shit as long as they're involved like jerks A missing person or more it doesn't hurt Maybe you should give it a try cause it sure fucking works If not get better at your flirts, show they get no bitches even if they burn They go up to me and they got fake blood Saying they got hurt and I'm like wait what I didn't ask and I'm pretty sure they're hugged It doesn't hurt them so they should just stay lucked My ass cooked shit's potluck I know I should've been booked got got f*ck I'm still a rookie and my shit hot but, can you really expect some more from someone who fought cunts Like damn forget about it We just let it loud and when the time goes out we take a route and Put the bad things behind me Don't let them bitches say that they be fighting Behind me, behind me, behind me Yo yo ay We're dead We're dead We're dead We bled We fled We painted red Now we go off with no cred