Hoeicide

I don't got no fuckin' chain and I don't got no .45
I don't got a thing, so ask me, does it feel like you're alive?
I don't sip no fuckin' lean, don't pop no pills, they glorified
I don't want your fuckin' bitch so I'ma throw that hoe aside
I don't got no fuckin' chain and I don't got no .45
I don't wanna fuckin' thing, it doesn't feel like I'm alive
I don't sip no fuckin' lean, don't pop no pills, they glorified
I don't take none of your shit except your life, that's hoeicide

I don't want no games
Bitch you got a fuckin' problem, say it to my face
I ain't stand for bitches talking shit down on my name
Try again, this time instead I'm just gon' break the bank
Now who the fuck to blame?
Uh, bitch I'm asking you, say I'm capping but you bitches fuckin' actors
You, say I'm fuckin' jacking, I'm just faster to come back than you
Thinking that I'm lacking but you only ever average
You, in it for the fashion, I just wanna get my rapping through
Seizing all your capital
Break all of your valuables 'cause I'm an animal
Bitch, when I'm off the cannabis feel like a cannibal
Bitch, heard all of your latest shit, it's fuckin' laughable, mine is flammable
I don't give a fuck bout firepower that your ammo holds
I don't wanna be here so make sure it ain't a shallow hole
I be waiting at my place and getting my tobacco rolled
Sitting at my desk and staring at the damn piano roll, like

I don't got no fuckin' chain and I don't got no .45
I don't got a thing, so ask me, does it feel like you're alive?
I don't sip no fuckin' lean, don't pop no pills, they glorified
I don't want your fuckin' bitch so I'ma throw that hoe aside
I don't got no fuckin' chain and I don't got no .45
I don't wanna fuckin' thing, it doesn't feel like I'm alive
I don't sip no fuckin' lean, don't pop no pills, they glorified
I don't take none of your shit except your life, that's hoeicide



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Writer(s): Christian Mueller
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