DEAD LUNGS (feat. DNR13)
Skittles in the cart, I got zaza in the backwood
Smoke all in the car, homie saying the sack good
We ain't going far, but I'm thinking that the pack should
Just another hour, so we need another backwood
I'm on the road, I ain't never coming home
Smoking that shit until my heart has gone to code
Heavy load, crossing borders, with a heart that's ice cold
I hope you know, all my demons off the snow
I chief it then I blow, like your bitch when she is lonely
I don't care what you think, you the type to call the police
You pretty fucking stupid if you thinking that you know me
All I know the KL1QUE, and the rest are for the smoking
I got my granny chains, wrapped around my neck
I been locked up, stuck, in the cage inside my head
Only way to escape, get some drink, or the lead
I'ma save the latter for after my wallet is fed
You looking dead, if you think you talking shit
Swimming with fishes, take your water, take your drip
If you fucking with the KL1QUE, ain't getting off with just limp
You get gunned down if you fucking with the 661, repping right where I'm from, until the day I die young
Bitch, we in the valley where living can kill your lungs
Too many rednecks, wyling with the guns
Time to get another, so I'm the one on the hunt
Skittles in the cart, I got zaza in the backwood
Smoke all in the car, homie saying the sack good
We ain't going far, but I'm thinking that the pack should
Just another hour, so we need another backwood
I aim with precision, I shoot with a mission
I hope that you dissin, cause I won't be missin
When I come back I'll be back on ya ass
Soon as I'm done hittin you bitch from the back
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up yeah
Young drip got the dick buff
Crazy motherfucker I will never be cuffed
Fuck the police like a OG you don't wanna know me cause I'm always lonely fuck if you don't love me
Yuh, aye
She only wanna ride if we fuckin with the yay
Yuh, yuh, yuh, aye
I ain't ever fucked with you ever since that day
Fuck around and find out I don't see you come out
When it's time to showdown Imma put you in the ground
Fuck around and find out I don't see you come out
When it's time to showdown Imma put you in the ground
(Fuck everyone else, KL1QUE.66 in this fucking house right now)
(Fuck everybody else)
Skittles in the cart, I got zaza in the backwood
Smoke all in the car, homie saying the sack good
We ain't going far, but I'm thinking that the pack should
Just another hour, so we need another backwood
Smoke all in the car, homie saying the sack good
We ain't going far, but I'm thinking that the pack should
Just another hour, so we need another backwood
I'm on the road, I ain't never coming home
Smoking that shit until my heart has gone to code
Heavy load, crossing borders, with a heart that's ice cold
I hope you know, all my demons off the snow
I chief it then I blow, like your bitch when she is lonely
I don't care what you think, you the type to call the police
You pretty fucking stupid if you thinking that you know me
All I know the KL1QUE, and the rest are for the smoking
I got my granny chains, wrapped around my neck
I been locked up, stuck, in the cage inside my head
Only way to escape, get some drink, or the lead
I'ma save the latter for after my wallet is fed
You looking dead, if you think you talking shit
Swimming with fishes, take your water, take your drip
If you fucking with the KL1QUE, ain't getting off with just limp
You get gunned down if you fucking with the 661, repping right where I'm from, until the day I die young
Bitch, we in the valley where living can kill your lungs
Too many rednecks, wyling with the guns
Time to get another, so I'm the one on the hunt
Skittles in the cart, I got zaza in the backwood
Smoke all in the car, homie saying the sack good
We ain't going far, but I'm thinking that the pack should
Just another hour, so we need another backwood
I aim with precision, I shoot with a mission
I hope that you dissin, cause I won't be missin
When I come back I'll be back on ya ass
Soon as I'm done hittin you bitch from the back
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up yeah
Young drip got the dick buff
Crazy motherfucker I will never be cuffed
Fuck the police like a OG you don't wanna know me cause I'm always lonely fuck if you don't love me
Yuh, aye
She only wanna ride if we fuckin with the yay
Yuh, yuh, yuh, aye
I ain't ever fucked with you ever since that day
Fuck around and find out I don't see you come out
When it's time to showdown Imma put you in the ground
Fuck around and find out I don't see you come out
When it's time to showdown Imma put you in the ground
(Fuck everyone else, KL1QUE.66 in this fucking house right now)
(Fuck everybody else)
Skittles in the cart, I got zaza in the backwood
Smoke all in the car, homie saying the sack good
We ain't going far, but I'm thinking that the pack should
Just another hour, so we need another backwood
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Holinka
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