Devil's Night
The opps around
They hear no sound
They feel the blade and then
They hit the ground
The opps around
They hear no sound
They feel the blade and then
They hit the ground
Gleesh walk bout that talk
Fuck the law
Pop the beans can't feel anything
All for amphetamines
Drug fiend what I be
Everybody wants to know
Why my eyes so low
Haven't slept in a week
Took a hit then I peak
Watch the body tweak
Looks like a slit wrist that leak
Suicide always on my mind
Lil burnt wrist finna get pissed
If they can't satisfy the itch
Shoot don't miss
Give a fuck bout a bitch
Won't even let um suck my dick
Rather rock it up an smoke that shit
Go till I drop
Cut me open find them big rocks
Few more crammed in my sock
Toe tag take a drag then ash
Rob a bitch laugh dash
No mask get the blast fast
Make sure they pass to the other side
Another 5150 homicide till I die
Hoe
The opps around
They hear no sound
They feel the blade and then
They hit the ground
The opps around
They hear no sound
They feel the blade and then
They hit the ground
666 on lock
Lucifer in this
Yo god is my opp
Kill him I insist
Shoot up the whole block
Thats why I exist
It goes down just like jock
It's OV like sentence
Herron in my wrist
And Gothic is my bitch
With pain she takes it
Cuz Too big is my dick
With love she licks it
The top is exquisite
She Swallow dont spit it
I come in an instant
MDTA off that white
And stay real high
Posted on curbs with the glow
Like a streetlight
Fuck niggas realize
Like the sun I will rise
On god bro u will die
They hear no sound
They feel the blade and then
They hit the ground
The opps around
They hear no sound
They feel the blade and then
They hit the ground
Gleesh walk bout that talk
Fuck the law
Pop the beans can't feel anything
All for amphetamines
Drug fiend what I be
Everybody wants to know
Why my eyes so low
Haven't slept in a week
Took a hit then I peak
Watch the body tweak
Looks like a slit wrist that leak
Suicide always on my mind
Lil burnt wrist finna get pissed
If they can't satisfy the itch
Shoot don't miss
Give a fuck bout a bitch
Won't even let um suck my dick
Rather rock it up an smoke that shit
Go till I drop
Cut me open find them big rocks
Few more crammed in my sock
Toe tag take a drag then ash
Rob a bitch laugh dash
No mask get the blast fast
Make sure they pass to the other side
Another 5150 homicide till I die
Hoe
The opps around
They hear no sound
They feel the blade and then
They hit the ground
The opps around
They hear no sound
They feel the blade and then
They hit the ground
666 on lock
Lucifer in this
Yo god is my opp
Kill him I insist
Shoot up the whole block
Thats why I exist
It goes down just like jock
It's OV like sentence
Herron in my wrist
And Gothic is my bitch
With pain she takes it
Cuz Too big is my dick
With love she licks it
The top is exquisite
She Swallow dont spit it
I come in an instant
MDTA off that white
And stay real high
Posted on curbs with the glow
Like a streetlight
Fuck niggas realize
Like the sun I will rise
On god bro u will die
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Writer(s): Michael Lancaster
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