dead silence

Too much addys inside of my notes Askin round for a free line of She gon put anything in her nose Countin my days it's like I'm on death row If you send us the lo then we ready to go My bro feelin frisky he might up his pole We aimin the scope n smoke him like a bowl I almost feel bad this the fate that he chose Nobody got change for all my blue faces Dead silence equipped so we not leavin traces The feds they be talkin bout all these new cases Stare down wit the barrel n you gettin wasted Spikes on my wrist while I hammer fist all these motherfuckers in the pit bitch you don't exist If we catch him talkin shit that's another name on the list RIP mothafucker get drenched in some piss Leave that bitch in a ditch Socialist up on my dick she say she wanna eat the rich All kills no assists pop yo shit up like a cyst Blood be addin to the drip collect new money for the clique Too much addys inside of my notes Askin round for a free line of She gon put anything in her nose She gon put everything in her nose