Grip my 9

Rock and roll theses drugs creeping through my spine Roll that dollar up I'm bout a hit a line Rock and roll these drugs are creeping through my spine Roll that dollar up I'm bout a hit a line She finna get down on her knees like I'm divine I guess I am bitch I grip my fucking nine You hear a pop a shock went down your spine Ante up bitch I don't miss a dime Run it up bitch cause time is passing I don't like to wait Bitch I've been already dead So I don't care about your fate Squirm like maggots round my flesh Eat through all of my decay I'll make you float bitch Death is sweet just meet me by the lake Bitch I know your moves too fast For your pistol poppin Step too close kiss the pavement Ho your jaw be locking Never met a dollar that I didn't like a profit Never trust these men I burn the church and Kill these prophets