Tour Guide

Don't come to Florida
With that bull shit
And over step
Fuck around and
Get a tour guide to yo death
I am that nigga
And I can't be tested
Fuck around and
Kill a mother fucka
For I eat breakfast
I want the truth
The whole truth
And nothing less
Then soot him in versace
Leave em fresh to death
Fresh to death
Shoot him in versace
Leave em fresh to death
So tell me what is you on
Pull up in a yukon
Windows down
Barrin two arms
Night Night Nigga
Pistols bright bright nigga
Bussin slight right nigga
Damn
That's a gruesome sight sight nigga

Tour guide to yo death
Ain't good for ya health
Shouldve held yo breath
Now you permanent slept
Florida



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Gordon
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