Lord of Tha Ring$
On my front porch, while I got a body roasting
And I'm going for that ring like I'm J.R. fucking Tolkien
You hesitate to kill I'm just going through motion
Bitch I'm never wearing gloves, got the blood up on my clothing
Ripping up his chest, must confess it brung joy
I'm instructing him to kill, let that AK make some noise
Hit that pussy with a left, you can call me fucking Floyd
May you rest in hella pieces, make him nothing like that toy
Whether bright or night, must fucking fight another day
Whether with his girl, if he caught, still let that choppa spray
Turning off the lights, gat make them all forget your name
I'm the kid, spin it back, make her have some stomach pain
Blowing smoke into her face, it's a race, fucking up her brain
I don't give a fuck what you do, let the bullets rain
The feds on my ass for all the bread I gain
It's just me against the world, got 5 hoes tryna frame
On my front porch, while I got a body roasting
And I'm going for that ring like I'm J.R. fucking Tolkien
You hesitate to kill I'm just going through motion
Bitch I'm never wearing gloves, got the blood up on my clothing
On my front porch, while I got a body roasting
And I'm going for that ring like I'm J.R. fucking Tolkien
You hesitate to kill I'm just going through motion
Bitch I'm never wearing gloves, got the blood up on my clothing
And I'm going for that ring like I'm J.R. fucking Tolkien
You hesitate to kill I'm just going through motion
Bitch I'm never wearing gloves, got the blood up on my clothing
Ripping up his chest, must confess it brung joy
I'm instructing him to kill, let that AK make some noise
Hit that pussy with a left, you can call me fucking Floyd
May you rest in hella pieces, make him nothing like that toy
Whether bright or night, must fucking fight another day
Whether with his girl, if he caught, still let that choppa spray
Turning off the lights, gat make them all forget your name
I'm the kid, spin it back, make her have some stomach pain
Blowing smoke into her face, it's a race, fucking up her brain
I don't give a fuck what you do, let the bullets rain
The feds on my ass for all the bread I gain
It's just me against the world, got 5 hoes tryna frame
On my front porch, while I got a body roasting
And I'm going for that ring like I'm J.R. fucking Tolkien
You hesitate to kill I'm just going through motion
Bitch I'm never wearing gloves, got the blood up on my clothing
On my front porch, while I got a body roasting
And I'm going for that ring like I'm J.R. fucking Tolkien
You hesitate to kill I'm just going through motion
Bitch I'm never wearing gloves, got the blood up on my clothing
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Writer(s): Cash Hernandez
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