Tourettes

(Is that the grim reaper?!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup, yeah Had to finger-f*ck my chop' that's why these bullets came Pussy spazzin' out his lips, he talkin' on the gang Said he don't think that he could feel, we stompin' on his brains And when we done, we loot his body, take his chain away Miss teeth, little bitch, you get fucked up Six feet, he ain't never gettin' dug up Underground, you get put, in the dirt Mark my words, if he actin' brazy put him on a shirt, stomp the curb I won't talk, no I don't like you Ain't no glick, you meet my rifle Get you shocked, just like you Raichu We can fist-fight, not no Kaiju You get stomped out in my fuckin' ricky boots She gon' suck my dick 'till she fuckin split her tooth If I'm sendin' all these shots I'm up inside the booth Hop up in my pit, we gon' make you spit a tooth Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup, yeah Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah) Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah) Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah) Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah) S-O-S-A, tatted like a essay (Mula) Swiss cheese barrel on the motherfuckin' SK (Rrah) Throw half a brick on a scale, like it's dead weight (Work) If I go back to jail, prolly be a fed case Going out like Big Meech, ain't going under six feet (No no) And my plug from Mexico, so we get the bricks cheap (Fish scale) City Morgue Cartel, got it fa' the 16 (Work) Got the coke popping in the pot, like it's fish grease (Work) Niggas know the price (Mula) F*ck a rap deal nigga, brick of dope looks nice (F*ck outta here) Get the 'Rari, nigga, I don't get the motorbikes (Skrr) Still in the trap, eating chicken over rice, getting rich overnight (Mula) Look, SosMula be bag chasin' (Facts) Only sell white like I'm mad racist (Work) In a sports car, be drag racing (Skrr) Got more pumps than the gas station Ha, switch my trap phone 'cause the feds watching (F*ck outta here) Soon the opps come back out we gon' headshot 'em Talkin' on the net, so when you see us defeat us Gon' stretch your fingers, nerd ass nigga, and Ctrl + Alt + Delete us Can't hold my hands down in Hell (Wassup) Drain the blood 'til it bail (Wassup) I'll die on these tracks, cause I tripped on the rails Young Zilla the tide splitter, the Cerberus head Hitter done put me on medicine Ain't no slave to your government So I, speak to the ones who can't speak And now everybody wanna run from me (Yeah) Life is a doggy door Ran from the city just to sit in the morgue That's all, life is a doggy door You ran from the city just to sit in the morgue Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah) Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah) Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah) Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah)