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Wanna reach me baby hit me on my mobile
I love the lamb but i'm riding in a rover
You think you cold but my glock a little colder
I start to wonder where we go when this shit over
I told my brothers ima live rich and die young
Ya this whip all black murdered out screaming redrum
I ain't scared I ain't never run
Ya he say he want the smoke inhale the bullets to your left lung

We sippin lean not the red one
I wear Celine but the rare ones
I ain't got no friends but the dead ones
I ain't got no opps but the dead ones
Boy you dead wrong
Ya on the block and we shoppin down at Melrose
Its ah skelly skelly skelly its a bare bone
I put ice around my neck and its a two tone
I got ice inside my veins I cannot feel no
Ya blat blat blat we gone shoot em up
I just downed a liter now i'm noddin off
I just blew her back so I gave that bitch a Tylenol
I'm stuck inside the studio i'm thinkin that my mind is gone
Ya why they ask what time i'm on i'm demon bitch
Ya why i'm inside that ghost because i'm creepin bitch
Ya why the fuck he talk when he ain't meaning shit
Ya why the fuck I block you cuz you creepin bitch

Wanna reach me baby hit me on my mobile
I love the lamb but i'm riding in a rover
You think you cold but my glock a little colder
I start to wonder where we go when this shit over
I told my brothers ima live rich and die young
Ya this whip all black murdered out screaming redrum
I ain't scared I ain't never run
Ya he say he want the smoke inhale the bullets to your left lung



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Writer(s): Trevor Brannan
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