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Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Suicide, Sui-
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Glock to my skull then I
Glock to my skull then I
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones
Now's the time to say something if you wanna say something
Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped
Take 'em to the lakefront
And roll 'bout eight blunts
Now my face numb from the Grey bumps
White lines like we in a shake joint
Fake fronting ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come
Stain something, all day, Plague stunting (yeah)
Ain't fronting, bitch, I'm in the back puffing
Me and my cousin fucking buzzing, got the razor blades tucked in (uh)
Airin' out the fuckin' room like Glade's PlugIns
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Glock to my skull then I
Glock to my skull then I
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Represent that East 59, it's a Grey thing
Creeping round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane
Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range
Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain
Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah
Big gars, Xan' bars fucking up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy
Adderall, Speedballs, I might go insane, fuck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life close to done
Demons climbing on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Glock to my skull then I
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Suicide, Sui-
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Glock to my skull then I
Glock to my skull then I
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones
Now's the time to say something if you wanna say something
Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped
Take 'em to the lakefront
And roll 'bout eight blunts
Now my face numb from the Grey bumps
White lines like we in a shake joint
Fake fronting ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come
Stain something, all day, Plague stunting (yeah)
Ain't fronting, bitch, I'm in the back puffing
Me and my cousin fucking buzzing, got the razor blades tucked in (uh)
Airin' out the fuckin' room like Glade's PlugIns
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Glock to my skull then I
Glock to my skull then I
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Represent that East 59, it's a Grey thing
Creeping round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane
Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range
Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain
Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah
Big gars, Xan' bars fucking up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy
Adderall, Speedballs, I might go insane, fuck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life close to done
Demons climbing on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull, then I
Glock to my skull then I
Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- New World Depression
- The Thin Grey Line
- Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table
- Us Vs. Them
- I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (V)
- YIN YANG TAPES: Winter Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990) - EP
- SHAMELESS $UICIDE - EP
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