For Sale

Check
Here it is
Yeah

Everything for sale, I'm the drug murder king
Got 'em hooked after one purchase
Talk to 'em with the tongue of a serpent
Hope the fruit don't come to the surface
That evidence, burned up in the furnace
You couldn't clean it with a bunch of detergent
The sick shift got stuck in reverse
I hopped out, but something was lurking
Ha

Dusty ass kicked up
I lit a big blunt
They came with pitchforks and flaming torches
They call for Otis like they on a witch hunt
Talk shit when I get drunk
My team scheming for a quick buck
And you're saying I'm really a sick fuck
But you do whatever your bitch want (cock, yuck)

Uh
Check the thermostat, I'm as hot as they come
Whatever you got, better drop it and run
She's twirling her hair and popping her gum
Always jumping on the top of a scrum
The shadow I cast to block out the sun
Smoking something make you cough up a lung
And you, the not so popular one

Probably 'cause you're super watered down
Smoking loud, I'm the talk of the town
We ain't gonna find a common ground
What's really good when you're not around
Big dog, make them call the pound
Underwater now you gotta drown
I remember feeling super crazy that first time that I saw a pound
Uh

Everything for sale
Everything for sale, yeah (everything for sale)
Everything for sale
Everything for sale, yeah (everything for sale)
Everything for sale
Let's make a deal, yeah (let's make a deal)
Everything for sale
Everything for sale, yeah (everything for sale)

Uh
Excuse me, I literally almost just gagged
Although, you've probably been doing a lot of that lately
Being, you've been with Otis, right?



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Vance Cagle
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