BIG SMOKE
I can drive as well as CJ, man, I'm tellin' you
Hey, homie, what's up
Hey, what you sayin' about me, fool?
What's up, man?
I'm sayin' that the East Coast made you drive like an idiot, Fool!
Bullshit
Man, why don't you take it easy
G-R-E-Y-G-O-D-S
Yes, that is the clique-ah
Grey 'till the day I die, bitch, I be that Christian resister
Blood spiller, cup filler
Come hither, meet the sharp side of my knife
Become the blood dripper
Cunt splitter, blunt ripper
Never front, bitch-ah
Unleash the fucking clip-ah
Pistol gripper, bitch dipper
The devil motivate me, bitch, I see him every day up in the mirror
211, 187, break yourself or go to heaven
Step into the depths of Hell, the devil is the lovely reverend
Triple six up in my veins, $uicide lays in my vision
Burning down the graceful church, and cursin' all of Mary's children
Rose up from the burnin' flames now look me straight into my eyes
Fucking with the G59? I promise this is your demise
Head inside unleash my bodies hanging from a tree
Fucking with the devil's son, I be the Hellish entity
Run my fade, mane, what it do?
$licky creepin' in the night, lurking close to you
I know you hear my axe scrapin' as I tread the ground
Start to lockin' up your doors when I roam the town
Keepin' a couple pills up in my system
Pullin' up, screaming, "who gon' be my victim?"
Shoot the red bone, as I light up the torch
Blood on my Chevy all from this foe
Could've been you, but I quick-scoped
Wondering, "hoe, who the fuck you?"
Just a lil' bitch who gon' fuck up my mood
Hey, homie, what's up
Hey, what you sayin' about me, fool?
What's up, man?
I'm sayin' that the East Coast made you drive like an idiot, Fool!
Bullshit
Man, why don't you take it easy
G-R-E-Y-G-O-D-S
Yes, that is the clique-ah
Grey 'till the day I die, bitch, I be that Christian resister
Blood spiller, cup filler
Come hither, meet the sharp side of my knife
Become the blood dripper
Cunt splitter, blunt ripper
Never front, bitch-ah
Unleash the fucking clip-ah
Pistol gripper, bitch dipper
The devil motivate me, bitch, I see him every day up in the mirror
211, 187, break yourself or go to heaven
Step into the depths of Hell, the devil is the lovely reverend
Triple six up in my veins, $uicide lays in my vision
Burning down the graceful church, and cursin' all of Mary's children
Rose up from the burnin' flames now look me straight into my eyes
Fucking with the G59? I promise this is your demise
Head inside unleash my bodies hanging from a tree
Fucking with the devil's son, I be the Hellish entity
Run my fade, mane, what it do?
$licky creepin' in the night, lurking close to you
I know you hear my axe scrapin' as I tread the ground
Start to lockin' up your doors when I roam the town
Keepin' a couple pills up in my system
Pullin' up, screaming, "who gon' be my victim?"
Shoot the red bone, as I light up the torch
Blood on my Chevy all from this foe
Could've been you, but I quick-scoped
Wondering, "hoe, who the fuck you?"
Just a lil' bitch who gon' fuck up my mood
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