City Morgue
Tie em up Ty Tethers
Aye fuck Lync Lone, yeah
Aye, bitch I race
Bitch I taste
Everything that's fuckin' great
I got a dollar in my pocket and I'm gon spend it today
Fuck out my way
Soon enough that single dollar gon be 8
And then I double that like I'm eatin' sweet 16 cake
Cause my 16's are sweet
And I rise and defeat
These muhfuckas holding grudges through my ashy ass teeth
Motherloads of dope
I smoke it all through the week
Other hoes, I smother those in money and weed, yuh
Tapped phone, but the hoes still callin' though
Whack drones need to learn how to follow Lone
I'm trippin' on some shit I wouldn't want my daughter on
That's just me sharing real with you like projectors on
And my flow's elaborate
Bust that quick then I stab it
Fuck that shit, I toe tag it
Throw back in body bags bitch
I rap, hoe I attack it
I snap on every track bitch
I zap you with my javelin
I crack your skull, I'm happy bitch
Yuh, aye
And I smoke weed a lot
Let the heathen drop
Beat up and freeze you cops
Bitch I'm lean off green pot
Fuckers talkin' to me like they want some free promo
You want a feature on my tracks kid? I rap dolo
I don't need to ride the wave of another
I find ways to succeed, unleash a beast when I'm runnin'
I can fuck your ass up and dip and grip the phone and call the cops
I can fuck on your thot but she just good for top
I can duck out the way but I always do not
I ran my fuckin' city now it's time to plot
You never know what the fuck is up in store
These whack whores crack more and backends hit the floor
These smacked rappers actually blast off and implore
I am taking psychedelics, time to fuckin' explore
Yuh
Hallucinogens
And I come through with the sins
And I bum through in my timbs
And I bump music again
And I can cop a bag of dope and fuck another day of life up
Or I can go make money so that way I can just light up
Gettin' a grip now
Bitches be smellin' like fish now
Muhfucka just need to sit down
All of these pussies I been around
I get way too high
But I just see the lows
Ain't that how this muhfuckin' life is supposed to go?
Aye fuck Lync Lone, yeah
Aye, bitch I race
Bitch I taste
Everything that's fuckin' great
I got a dollar in my pocket and I'm gon spend it today
Fuck out my way
Soon enough that single dollar gon be 8
And then I double that like I'm eatin' sweet 16 cake
Cause my 16's are sweet
And I rise and defeat
These muhfuckas holding grudges through my ashy ass teeth
Motherloads of dope
I smoke it all through the week
Other hoes, I smother those in money and weed, yuh
Tapped phone, but the hoes still callin' though
Whack drones need to learn how to follow Lone
I'm trippin' on some shit I wouldn't want my daughter on
That's just me sharing real with you like projectors on
And my flow's elaborate
Bust that quick then I stab it
Fuck that shit, I toe tag it
Throw back in body bags bitch
I rap, hoe I attack it
I snap on every track bitch
I zap you with my javelin
I crack your skull, I'm happy bitch
Yuh, aye
And I smoke weed a lot
Let the heathen drop
Beat up and freeze you cops
Bitch I'm lean off green pot
Fuckers talkin' to me like they want some free promo
You want a feature on my tracks kid? I rap dolo
I don't need to ride the wave of another
I find ways to succeed, unleash a beast when I'm runnin'
I can fuck your ass up and dip and grip the phone and call the cops
I can fuck on your thot but she just good for top
I can duck out the way but I always do not
I ran my fuckin' city now it's time to plot
You never know what the fuck is up in store
These whack whores crack more and backends hit the floor
These smacked rappers actually blast off and implore
I am taking psychedelics, time to fuckin' explore
Yuh
Hallucinogens
And I come through with the sins
And I bum through in my timbs
And I bump music again
And I can cop a bag of dope and fuck another day of life up
Or I can go make money so that way I can just light up
Gettin' a grip now
Bitches be smellin' like fish now
Muhfucka just need to sit down
All of these pussies I been around
I get way too high
But I just see the lows
Ain't that how this muhfuckin' life is supposed to go?
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Writer(s): Kyle Moran
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