GOTTABLAST
Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
Pull up in a toga
40 ounces of that cobra
Tokin on some Yoda
Swisher make me colder
Codeine wit my cola
Got a xanny my in my soda
Bitch I pop another soma
Wake up from my coma
Smell the weed aroma
Bet they roll one let me toke up
Fuck you and your clout and shit
AR wit designer clips
Adderol I gotta sniff
Pop a bottle chug a fifth
Washin down the blunt I lit
Close my fuckin coffin lid
Hotboxin the hearse I'm in
Drivin to my final pit
Drop my body in a ditch
Open casket face all split
Can't tell if it's hØllÖws kit
Call my mom "ID your kid"
Tell my pops I'm dead and stiff
Bet my brothers got your chick
Snortin pills and swallow dick
Know your bitch about that shit
Fingernails black
Get it on my stack
Gunners in the back
All the shit you lack
Pull up to my trap
Eat a fuckin mac
Yeah them bloody blunts fat
Got an ounce in my fanny pack
I pop a fuckin script and nap
I just want my soul to crack
I can feel my organs snap
Grab a blade and try to hack
Put me in a grocery bag
Cherish all the time we had
I am not in pain at last
Told you bitches that's a wrap
hØllÖw won't be comin back
Where the fucks my album at?
I don't know but here's a sack
Filled up wit some dank and hash
I don't wanna take your cash
But I'm broke I gotta jack
Pull up in my fuckin mask
I don't fuck wit most you cats
Mostly cause you're fuckin trash
And allergies been gettin bad
Jimmy Neutron packin gats
Take your shit then gotta blast
Kick a door in take your racks
Make a profit off your stash
Want it back? Then grab a strap
Pop it when you see me blap
Leave my body lying flat
Let my fuckin eyes roll back
Burn my body paint it black
Rolling stoned and eating tabs
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
Pull up in a toga
40 ounces of that cobra
Tokin on some Yoda
Swisher make me colder
Codeine wit my cola
Got a xanny my in my soda
Bitch I pop another soma
Wake up from my coma
Smell the weed aroma
Bet they roll one let me toke up
Fuck you and your clout and shit
AR wit designer clips
Adderol I gotta sniff
Pop a bottle chug a fifth
Washin down the blunt I lit
Close my fuckin coffin lid
Hotboxin the hearse I'm in
Drivin to my final pit
Drop my body in a ditch
Open casket face all split
Can't tell if it's hØllÖws kit
Call my mom "ID your kid"
Tell my pops I'm dead and stiff
Bet my brothers got your chick
Snortin pills and swallow dick
Know your bitch about that shit
Fingernails black
Get it on my stack
Gunners in the back
All the shit you lack
Pull up to my trap
Eat a fuckin mac
Yeah them bloody blunts fat
Got an ounce in my fanny pack
I pop a fuckin script and nap
I just want my soul to crack
I can feel my organs snap
Grab a blade and try to hack
Put me in a grocery bag
Cherish all the time we had
I am not in pain at last
Told you bitches that's a wrap
hØllÖw won't be comin back
Where the fucks my album at?
I don't know but here's a sack
Filled up wit some dank and hash
I don't wanna take your cash
But I'm broke I gotta jack
Pull up in my fuckin mask
I don't fuck wit most you cats
Mostly cause you're fuckin trash
And allergies been gettin bad
Jimmy Neutron packin gats
Take your shit then gotta blast
Kick a door in take your racks
Make a profit off your stash
Want it back? Then grab a strap
Pop it when you see me blap
Leave my body lying flat
Let my fuckin eyes roll back
Burn my body paint it black
Rolling stoned and eating tabs
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Bitch I'm in the lab hm
Tokin on some dabs hm
I got bitch that's bad hm
Everyday I'm sad hm
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
Grip a AK like I'm Tay
run a race or run away
Run up wit a blade
I said every day is gray aye
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Writer(s): Logan Johnson
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