Bloody Crescent
Hopping out of my 66'
With a new mistress
Peep thru the clouds, the bloody crescent
Fuck with me, end up on the hit list
Call me jesus all my bags are christian
Dreams of driving that cool coupe up in the hills
Yeah i'm going loco, kookoo my diamonds glisten
Loosing my head, i'm loosing my mind, we going headless
Hunnid fifty miles thru the city, fucked on ritalin
I fuck em up and spawn on top they front, they bluff
Yet they never show the product
Ima pull they teeth out im so tired of them talking
Throw em when its done im just playin with em
I need that (oh no)
Gimme cash (oh no)
Wallet fat (oh no)
I'll take three of that (oh no)
Sweetest cat (oh no)
Fetish rapper (oh no) (hey)
Make em gasp (oh no)
Rabbit in a hat (oh no)
I can see its face through the fog, through the mist
Through the mist bitch
Its a feeling that i kept in a box full of this
Full of this, bitch
It's been following my steps ever since i exist
Closed fists, keep on running till there's blood on my kicks (hey)
I'll take a nigga off the earth
Beat em till he dead leave his head in the fuckin dirt
I'm seein red i got blood on my t shirt
Draggin his body through the woods and now my feet hurt
I'm goin to the top niggas stayin on the ground
I'll neva fuckin stop but these niggas tryna pull me down
Bitches always gone be around town cause they for the streets
Out in motown it's goin down so they grippin heat
I never hide mothafuckas wanna slide on me
Suicide always on my fuckin mind homie
I never die, if you wanna get rid of me betta try
Cause i keep a couple brothas around me wit tec 9's
And they ready to shoot
Call me the punisher the way these bullets flyin at you
Get on the ground then we walkin in that bitch to find you
But let me stop
Sometimes i get too mad and start aimin for the sky, for the sky
Hopping out of my 66'
With a new mistress
Peep thru the clouds, the bloody crescent
Fuck with me, end up on the hit list
Call me jesus all my bags are christian
All my bags are christian
The bloody crescent
Peep through the clouds
All my bags are christian
Bloody crescent
With a new mistress
Peep thru the clouds, the bloody crescent
Fuck with me, end up on the hit list
Call me jesus all my bags are christian
Dreams of driving that cool coupe up in the hills
Yeah i'm going loco, kookoo my diamonds glisten
Loosing my head, i'm loosing my mind, we going headless
Hunnid fifty miles thru the city, fucked on ritalin
I fuck em up and spawn on top they front, they bluff
Yet they never show the product
Ima pull they teeth out im so tired of them talking
Throw em when its done im just playin with em
I need that (oh no)
Gimme cash (oh no)
Wallet fat (oh no)
I'll take three of that (oh no)
Sweetest cat (oh no)
Fetish rapper (oh no) (hey)
Make em gasp (oh no)
Rabbit in a hat (oh no)
I can see its face through the fog, through the mist
Through the mist bitch
Its a feeling that i kept in a box full of this
Full of this, bitch
It's been following my steps ever since i exist
Closed fists, keep on running till there's blood on my kicks (hey)
I'll take a nigga off the earth
Beat em till he dead leave his head in the fuckin dirt
I'm seein red i got blood on my t shirt
Draggin his body through the woods and now my feet hurt
I'm goin to the top niggas stayin on the ground
I'll neva fuckin stop but these niggas tryna pull me down
Bitches always gone be around town cause they for the streets
Out in motown it's goin down so they grippin heat
I never hide mothafuckas wanna slide on me
Suicide always on my fuckin mind homie
I never die, if you wanna get rid of me betta try
Cause i keep a couple brothas around me wit tec 9's
And they ready to shoot
Call me the punisher the way these bullets flyin at you
Get on the ground then we walkin in that bitch to find you
But let me stop
Sometimes i get too mad and start aimin for the sky, for the sky
Hopping out of my 66'
With a new mistress
Peep thru the clouds, the bloody crescent
Fuck with me, end up on the hit list
Call me jesus all my bags are christian
All my bags are christian
The bloody crescent
Peep through the clouds
All my bags are christian
Bloody crescent
Credits
Writer(s): Cardeaire Anderson
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