cries (feat. byocMal)

Ask, ask me when I am from bitch, I say I'm from the South Got my, got my goons creepin', runnin' back to your house If you say my name, breathe that cut up to your mouth Like, like, woah, bitch, talk birdie, pass that Sprite Poor, a whole six, got a 45, it'll really blow shit It'll, it'll knock him down, don't f*ck around Boy, I wanna play, he gon' have to meet the sound On my mind, bitch, I'm cruisin' through the city How are you? I'm doin' fine, no, I lied Every night I'm in my room and I die, my heart cries My heart cries, but it never lies Chopper into his face, he gon' touch the sky Water, water in his eyes, he don't feel the safe Put him in his place, put him in that briefcase Put him in that casket, put him six feet under Six feet under with the dirt Six, six feet under with the footwork Make, make it dance, call me heckle, I'm a jerk Put that, put that board in shape, put him on a shirt Make him think about his life, make it really hurt Put, put me on the outskirts, I will make it work Make your girlfriend twerk, watch her footwork Watch, watch her keep the dirt right all up on me Give her these pills, now she movin' like a zombie F*ck, f*ck, I see, bitch, I'm about to go real crack Pop a 30, then I'm gonna have a good day Earth burning, that's me, hit me five, then I'm gon' scrap R.I.P., I'm back up on five, I'm outside, bitch I'm showing if you down, I'm fuckin' live 100 shots to your body, you gon' fuckin' die And you for the crowds, yeah, you gon' fuckin' cry Thanks for watching