I Dropped Dead

Blood on my bandana but it's not mine
Fuckin' wit a slutty shawty but she ain't mine
Sippin' on that blood coloured red wine
Chillin' with my fuckin' brother, that's my fuckin' slime
Blood on my shoes, stamp yo' face, bitch
Severed the noose, say goodbye, bitch
Blues got no clue, how mysterious
You say i'm a phoney, you not serious
When we pull up at yo' crib, get yo' wig split
Wanna fuck around? End up, get ya' head kicked in
We don't play around, little bitch, you're going missing
We won't make a sound, where'd you go? You going fishin'
I been poppin' scrips and i cannot feel a thing
Think i lost my shit, give a fuck about a thing
All this hatred in my veins, need to let it out and think
Avoiding all problems, run away and never think
I got pills for the low, hit my line
Pop a couple, baby girl she lookin' fine
Imma break her back and dip, I got no time
Now she screaming at me, get up off my line
My body's aching
Evil like Satan
Get up in my way and i'm stripping you down naked
Fuck off with your trading
Bitch i'll fucking raid it
Fixy done awakened
Damn, this shit amazing



Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Taylor
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