Bitch Made
Foot up on the gas
I'm going way to fast
I done watch my life burn to ground
What the fuck makes you think
I won't put you in the ground
Six feet underground
I got nothing left to loose
Hung myself up by a noose
Imma fucking walking zombie
If you think that you know me
Bitch you do not
Until you next to me
Pistol gripping slanging iron
Hanging out the window
Sending Shots
Bitch I'll kill you and yo ma
And yo pops
And yo mama looking at you
While the life leaving yo eyes
Bitch I hope she cry
While she watching her only son die
You ain't gang made
You is bitch made
Your only bitch up on my dick
Tryna do the splits
Ion want that hoe
She just tryna set you up
Drop the location
And the gang pulling up
Who you bang
Who you claim
Claiming you's a blue
And we gonna slide through
Make your block a slip and slide with Blood spilling from you
And your lil crew
Boy you better keep your head low
Cause I will merk you
For some dead presidents
On the low
I'll take yo chains
And let them hang up my neck
Blood soaked
And I wear them proud
I will hunt you down
Send shots into to crowd
Just to gun you down
Me my lil LCP gon put you down
Cause lil boy I ran my streets
Came home every day
With blood Soaked jeans
And twelve never gonna catch me
Cause I flee the scene
I'm going way to fast
I done watch my life burn to ground
What the fuck makes you think
I won't put you in the ground
Six feet underground
I got nothing left to loose
Hung myself up by a noose
Imma fucking walking zombie
If you think that you know me
Bitch you do not
Until you next to me
Pistol gripping slanging iron
Hanging out the window
Sending Shots
Bitch I'll kill you and yo ma
And yo pops
And yo mama looking at you
While the life leaving yo eyes
Bitch I hope she cry
While she watching her only son die
You ain't gang made
You is bitch made
Your only bitch up on my dick
Tryna do the splits
Ion want that hoe
She just tryna set you up
Drop the location
And the gang pulling up
Who you bang
Who you claim
Claiming you's a blue
And we gonna slide through
Make your block a slip and slide with Blood spilling from you
And your lil crew
Boy you better keep your head low
Cause I will merk you
For some dead presidents
On the low
I'll take yo chains
And let them hang up my neck
Blood soaked
And I wear them proud
I will hunt you down
Send shots into to crowd
Just to gun you down
Me my lil LCP gon put you down
Cause lil boy I ran my streets
Came home every day
With blood Soaked jeans
And twelve never gonna catch me
Cause I flee the scene
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Writer(s): Skyler Boyden
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