Crawling Back to God
The bones of man
The brittle remnants of cosmic torment that once
Made him wonder if matter was Lucifer upward
Groping back to his God
And yet now, he knew better
When the gun talk, I talk bitch
I talk with a lisp
I got the Glock, click, I'll click
Till your bitch up on my dick
I got the Tommy cocked
A hunnid rounds up in that bitch
I let the drum spit
Bitch you cannot fuck with my clique
Cause it's a drive-by on the south side
I spread the plague
Red eyes, taking lives 187 with the gauge
We stuff his body in the bag and we throw him the back
Three deep in the 'Lac bitch 99 tote the gat ugh
Hellboys at my right as we ride into the night
And I'm loading up the shotty gotta air out your boy
I don't give a fuck who you rolling with
Cause bitch I ride around with death and we toting grips
And I'm broke as fuck I get the pack I make it flip
187 bringing up dead from up out the crypt bitch
And the mask down, guns out in the whip
187 with the shits rolling up deep with triple six bitch
Triple six, it got you flinching
187 got them missing
Me and Zed got 30 bodies piling up inside my dinner
Now my tummy get too full up from the marijuana
Smoking it be seeping I might pour so much I roll me up some more
Wait, wait, yuh
I fall on my face
Sick got me sway
Chopping your face and I killed the fillet
And I drink up the blood right up off of the blade
Cannot see me and we run with the gang
Pulling the pin and I drop the grenade
I'ma go wait, what you gon' say?
Motherfuck you when you got my way
What I be
Done zooted till my eyes so low
Go stupid got the E right? Ugh
Got me losing my mind over bitches
That be fucking up my music I be solo till
I find me a new bad bitch
I can share my coffee with
And all these funny motherfuckas
Better tell 'em I'ma send 'em back to god bitch
On bent knees, crawling back to god
The brittle remnants of cosmic torment that once
Made him wonder if matter was Lucifer upward
Groping back to his God
And yet now, he knew better
When the gun talk, I talk bitch
I talk with a lisp
I got the Glock, click, I'll click
Till your bitch up on my dick
I got the Tommy cocked
A hunnid rounds up in that bitch
I let the drum spit
Bitch you cannot fuck with my clique
Cause it's a drive-by on the south side
I spread the plague
Red eyes, taking lives 187 with the gauge
We stuff his body in the bag and we throw him the back
Three deep in the 'Lac bitch 99 tote the gat ugh
Hellboys at my right as we ride into the night
And I'm loading up the shotty gotta air out your boy
I don't give a fuck who you rolling with
Cause bitch I ride around with death and we toting grips
And I'm broke as fuck I get the pack I make it flip
187 bringing up dead from up out the crypt bitch
And the mask down, guns out in the whip
187 with the shits rolling up deep with triple six bitch
Triple six, it got you flinching
187 got them missing
Me and Zed got 30 bodies piling up inside my dinner
Now my tummy get too full up from the marijuana
Smoking it be seeping I might pour so much I roll me up some more
Wait, wait, yuh
I fall on my face
Sick got me sway
Chopping your face and I killed the fillet
And I drink up the blood right up off of the blade
Cannot see me and we run with the gang
Pulling the pin and I drop the grenade
I'ma go wait, what you gon' say?
Motherfuck you when you got my way
What I be
Done zooted till my eyes so low
Go stupid got the E right? Ugh
Got me losing my mind over bitches
That be fucking up my music I be solo till
I find me a new bad bitch
I can share my coffee with
And all these funny motherfuckas
Better tell 'em I'ma send 'em back to god bitch
On bent knees, crawling back to god
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore
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