Four Shots

One shot, two shots now you're dead
Three shots, four shots to the head
I be in the dirt, I can feel it gettin cold
I be in the earth, turn my skeleton to gold
One shot, two shots now you're dead
Three shots, four shots to the head
I be in the dirt, I can feel it gettin cold
I be in the earth, turn my skeleton to gold
I be in the motherfuckin cellar smoking indo
Big dope, bitch nope
Pop smoke, your heart's broke
Faded cause the clock broke
Bitch you should've left it when you had the chance to
Read between the lines and you can learn just how to act
Sipping 'gac, sixty bring it back
Bring it back, yea
Go slow motion off the pack
Some would say intense, but off a pill it's heart attack
Oh snap!



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Writer(s): Treyton Lilley
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