Against the Grain
(Road To India, BITCH)
I Keep The Killers Round me
I ain't even gotta say it you know what they do
Out the roof they go
Dreco that bitch gone spit at you
Don't give a fuck you know we sliding through
Where he at I heard he hiding foo
My youngins ain't got no brain that fashoo
Even my bitch gone clap them poles
Clap em
Watch his ass get low
Limbo
Watch how I keep this pole
Degree
Something yo oven can't get on
The brain
Something yo bitch just brought over
Plug
Lil bro just ran off on
Middle of the road like his ass got ran over
Graa
You can't get homie
Why these niggas acting like these niggas too tuff
Be the same niggas snitchin fa they get handcuffed
I just beat his bitch from the back now he turnt up
One phone call next morning got him burnt up
Don't like promoting violence but these niggas got me fucked up
Ain't hittin no innocents or babies good aim eat ya face up
And we don't give a fuck bout what they said them rumors ain't for us
And yea I'm still screaming free my cousin
20 more years he'll be with us
Screamin that I love ya nigga
That ain't yo brother he'll kill ya for cheddar
Screaming fuck them niggas I'm tryinna do better
Ain't got no limit goin harder forever
Ain't got no censor I'm sayin whatever
PTSD make me sleep wit berettas
I'm hot
Throw away in a sweater (GLIZZY)
I Keep The Killers Round me
I ain't even gotta say it you know what they do
Out the roof they go
Dreco that bitch gone spit at you
Don't give a fuck you know we sliding through
Where he at I heard he hiding foo
My youngins ain't got no brain that fashoo
Even my bitch gone clap them poles
Clap em
Watch his ass get low
Limbo
Watch how I keep this pole
Degree
Something yo oven can't get on
The brain
Something yo bitch just brought over
Plug
Lil bro just ran off on
Middle of the road like his ass got ran over
Graa
You can't get homie
No it ain't no Savin niggas who went against the grain (ain none)
Niggas they talk on IG and twitter till the killaz come n touch they brain
Only respect around me nigga
You disrespect this shit won't be gravy
Foreign bit came afloat like the navy
Hit her with the dick one time she went crazy
Now she won't stop callin me baby
Saying she wanna have a baby
DUMBASS
Delirious bitch here you go again
Yea I killed the cat but ion want no kittens
I treat my life just like some bread
Ion wanna see no endings
Still remember them times I was sinnin still trying to find repentance
Talkin to my bros said I'm trippin I need to listen
Can't fuck with them drugs too long cuz I know that I'm destined (they killin us)
And that shit takin us out that's the government's weapon
Open yo ears bitch listen
I Keep The Killers Round me
I ain't even gotta say it you know what they do
Out the roof they go
Dreco that bitch gone spit at you
Don't give a fuck you know we sliding through
Where he at I heard he hiding foo
My youngins ain't got no brain that fashoo
Even my bitch gone clap them poles
Clap em
Watch his ass get low
Limbo
Watch how I keep this pole
Degree
Something yo oven can't get on
The brain
Something yo bitch just brought over
Plug
Lil bro just ran off on
Middle of the road like his ass got ran over
Graa
You can't get homie
I Keep The Killers Round me
I ain't even gotta say it you know what they do
Out the roof they go
Dreco that bitch gone spit at you
Don't give a fuck you know we sliding through
Where he at I heard he hiding foo
My youngins ain't got no brain that fashoo
Even my bitch gone clap them poles
Clap em
Watch his ass get low
Limbo
Watch how I keep this pole
Degree
Something yo oven can't get on
The brain
Something yo bitch just brought over
Plug
Lil bro just ran off on
Middle of the road like his ass got ran over
Graa
You can't get homie
Why these niggas acting like these niggas too tuff
Be the same niggas snitchin fa they get handcuffed
I just beat his bitch from the back now he turnt up
One phone call next morning got him burnt up
Don't like promoting violence but these niggas got me fucked up
Ain't hittin no innocents or babies good aim eat ya face up
And we don't give a fuck bout what they said them rumors ain't for us
And yea I'm still screaming free my cousin
20 more years he'll be with us
Screamin that I love ya nigga
That ain't yo brother he'll kill ya for cheddar
Screaming fuck them niggas I'm tryinna do better
Ain't got no limit goin harder forever
Ain't got no censor I'm sayin whatever
PTSD make me sleep wit berettas
I'm hot
Throw away in a sweater (GLIZZY)
I Keep The Killers Round me
I ain't even gotta say it you know what they do
Out the roof they go
Dreco that bitch gone spit at you
Don't give a fuck you know we sliding through
Where he at I heard he hiding foo
My youngins ain't got no brain that fashoo
Even my bitch gone clap them poles
Clap em
Watch his ass get low
Limbo
Watch how I keep this pole
Degree
Something yo oven can't get on
The brain
Something yo bitch just brought over
Plug
Lil bro just ran off on
Middle of the road like his ass got ran over
Graa
You can't get homie
No it ain't no Savin niggas who went against the grain (ain none)
Niggas they talk on IG and twitter till the killaz come n touch they brain
Only respect around me nigga
You disrespect this shit won't be gravy
Foreign bit came afloat like the navy
Hit her with the dick one time she went crazy
Now she won't stop callin me baby
Saying she wanna have a baby
DUMBASS
Delirious bitch here you go again
Yea I killed the cat but ion want no kittens
I treat my life just like some bread
Ion wanna see no endings
Still remember them times I was sinnin still trying to find repentance
Talkin to my bros said I'm trippin I need to listen
Can't fuck with them drugs too long cuz I know that I'm destined (they killin us)
And that shit takin us out that's the government's weapon
Open yo ears bitch listen
I Keep The Killers Round me
I ain't even gotta say it you know what they do
Out the roof they go
Dreco that bitch gone spit at you
Don't give a fuck you know we sliding through
Where he at I heard he hiding foo
My youngins ain't got no brain that fashoo
Even my bitch gone clap them poles
Clap em
Watch his ass get low
Limbo
Watch how I keep this pole
Degree
Something yo oven can't get on
The brain
Something yo bitch just brought over
Plug
Lil bro just ran off on
Middle of the road like his ass got ran over
Graa
You can't get homie
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Writer(s): Marcus Pierre
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