SawedOff
Bang, motherfucker, with the chromed-out sawed-off
Bang, bang, gold ring and carats in my cargo
Brain-dead, blunts stickin', what's that? Walkin' down low
Boom, boom, leave a tone, calling and your phone's out
I think it's time that you meet your maker
We are too different, I'm real and you fake it
If I do want it, I see it, I take it
Every night thinkin' it's good, but she fakin'
Every day I will up it then vanish
I see the planet, I'm takin' advantage
Zoom out and find out that we are the cancer
Fuck all the banter, put up your hands and
Tell me that you do not quite understand it
Why am I like this? Why do I like this?
Bitch, you will listen' and bitch you will like it
King of the bats, sit back and I'll bite ya
I'm not the type to ride with my lights up
I like it darker than night when I light up
Creep from the D-19
Servin' and lookin', I'm 'bout to come find ya
Bang, motherfucker, with the chromed-out sawed-off
Bang, bang, gold ring and carats in my cargo
Brain-dead, blunts stickin', what's that? Walkin' down low
Boom, boom, leave a tone, calling and your phone's out
Bang, bang, gold ring and carats in my cargo
Brain-dead, blunts stickin', what's that? Walkin' down low
Boom, boom, leave a tone, calling and your phone's out
I think it's time that you meet your maker
We are too different, I'm real and you fake it
If I do want it, I see it, I take it
Every night thinkin' it's good, but she fakin'
Every day I will up it then vanish
I see the planet, I'm takin' advantage
Zoom out and find out that we are the cancer
Fuck all the banter, put up your hands and
Tell me that you do not quite understand it
Why am I like this? Why do I like this?
Bitch, you will listen' and bitch you will like it
King of the bats, sit back and I'll bite ya
I'm not the type to ride with my lights up
I like it darker than night when I light up
Creep from the D-19
Servin' and lookin', I'm 'bout to come find ya
Bang, motherfucker, with the chromed-out sawed-off
Bang, bang, gold ring and carats in my cargo
Brain-dead, blunts stickin', what's that? Walkin' down low
Boom, boom, leave a tone, calling and your phone's out
Credits
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor
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