GREEN DOTS

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Well, yeah

Green dot on your face, leave you without a face
Filling up the morgue 'til it's out of space
Room full of killers and you out of place
Guns drew art and you disappeared without a trace

Light you up with the quickness, bitch, burn the block, no witnesses
Forty a cougar and bite like Mike, but the deuce-deuce blow like kisses, bitch
I be high as hell, saw twelve and really forgot who's switch this is
Heard your BM a gymnast, yeah, I really can't wait to flip this bitch
Left her crib with your son's PlayStation, why don't you come and get this shit?
Between your sis' and cousin, I really can't decide who deserves to get this dick
Who am I fooling? Your mom a throat goat and her ass really is thick as shit
She 44, with a double cup of jaded, so I can't forget the tip

Green dot on your face, leave you without a face
Filling up the morgue, 'til it's out of space
Room full of killers and you out of place
Guns drew art and you disappeared without a trace

Without a trace, they gone First 48 was taking too long
So I pulled back up on they block 40 cocked while smoking on strong
Extended barrels, Scottie Pippen nose long Snotty dripping blood all over this song
Bodies dropping like smoke in a bong Kidnapping niggas like "Please come along"
I don't care if you got that shit on, I just wanna know if those diamonds are on

So I pitch them like a pocket of stones
Burner on me and my favorite color is chrome
Got a snipe and it's aimed at your dome
Better look up or you won't make it home
Crack your melon like dropping a phone
Speak to me nice, and please watch your tone, bitch (bitch)

That, Blake, was only a s-
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Credits
Writer(s): Corey Thomas
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