187Creepin

Glock got some bodies Like a stripper Popped like some Molly Issa stickup Knocked in an ally You won't get up Never land Some pixie dust just got you bagged Talk to a cop You gettin hit up Rock got you caught Now you pickup Number one custie I don't hit up If you want a dime Get ya bread up Aye Bullets through the bodies In my trunk Pullin em back to back From the caddy to the dump Livin a vivid lie all the time Livid so I lit it feel it creepin down my spine Time will never tell the meaning in my spell Sniffin so I'm trippin on a dime whatcha smell Good dope smokin Taking cash not a zelle Snake start hissing when i send yo ass to hell Too dope shawty hold my pole Sippin lokes while she throat Give me the neck that steal my soul She's just a joke Naughty thotty hopes crushed Hoes lust for some love Never to turn away Grace is in its grave 2 foes chillin for an 8th The pole I raise They soul erased Bodies burning, still I hate Hate on everything Even hating on yo moma F*ck you and yo auntie Bitch f*ck the fuckin drama Hate on everything Even hating on yo moma F*ck you and yo auntie Bitch f*ck the fuckin drama