Drkwrd (feat. Big Smonk)

All of my diamonds on tilt Big drip sauce I spilt Playin' with the money get you killed Grippin' that tool big drill Fast car, whip that Cross 'em out, tic tac Pussy boy get smacked Hunned band, flip that Lil bitch get back Gang, you not with that Uppin' a pole Bullets they hit Killin' your soul Dumpin' a clip Never gon' miss Skrt in the whip Poltregist wrist on me heavy, cost a brick though Talkin' like you got somethin' to lose, we gon' kick doors Smoke you like a pound of big dope bitch get blown I ain't talkin' head though but you can get a headtone Issa Dark world we live in But I'm packin' heat so I never be slippin' Smoking on a bag Get the grip Better not slip Better not fold When it comes to the grip Cock back With a bullet Suicide made you do it Look up to the sky Issa reckoning Cause bitches boutta die Ties that bind Issa suffering Cutting through these niggas Like I had some plastic cutlery Jump the free throw line blind, I'm jordan Instead of deep throat rose jokes I'm goin Off of a 5 foot long rope I'm throwin All of these bars are hard I'm flexin', I'm showin' Smoking and tokin' No I don't sleep, I'm awoken Killing off demons and praying for somethin' Dreams of the dammed while I OD off nothin' Feelin myself guess that don't count for nothin' Shawty so fine I dont wanna say nothing Walking to wacky Wednesday wally Why is you frontin' Syllables lined up straight through the session Blinding light from the sky is a message