Shovel & A Ditch
Hate to see us win, but they love it on our dick
I was fuckin' up the pit, I need a shovel and a ditch
I said, cold blooded, know that I'ma need it like they stole from me
Drop out, crazy how we still up on a roll homie
Go homie, know this shit could turn into a brawl homie
Don't fall homie, pick your boy up before he fall homie
Fuckin' up the pit, I need a shovel and a ditch
I was chuggin' down a fifth
I'ma up it from the hip
Call that steady aim, know some shit can never change
I just hit the shooting range
Me and bro got better aim
Blood up on my fists shit
Alive up in the pit, quick, playin' with the guys and
All they heard was click, click, I know I been on big shit
Can't be in the mix, bitch, two fives up and a six shit
I be with them misfits
Swear to god we cold blooded
Know that I'ma need it like they stole from me
Drop out, crazy how we still up on a roll homie
Go homie, know this shit could turn into a brawl homie
Don't fall homie, pick your boy up before he fall homie
I like to call shorty, every time we fuck I'm goin' raw, shorty
Shorty raw I like two two threes, she keep a forty-four
I'm bored, homie, I don't wear shit you can afford, homie
I'm bored, homie, chopper turn your Porsche into a Ford homie
Fuckin' up the pit, might need a doctor and a nurse
Shit might even need a hearse
Walk down on em' in a church
And my shorty with me, bad
She keep a pistol in a purse
DOB we ditchin' class
To hit the corner for the work
Swear to God we cold blooded, know that I'ma need it like they stole from me
Drop out, crazy how we still up on a roll homie
Go homie, know this shit could turn into a brawl homie
Don't fall homie, pick your boy up before he fall homie
It's funny how it happens
How we get on back to rappin' this shit easy, please believe me
Said I'll up it with my blick
And I promise we ain't cappin
Said we really about that action, this shit easy
When you're Cheezy, call my brother for a hit
Said my homie, he the captain, teach me how to hold that ratchet
At the range like every day so when they pull it, I dont flinch
At the range like every day, we might pull it off a whim
And my brother, he don't miss, he gon' put it on your brim
Swear to God we cold blooded, know that I'ma need it like they stole from me
Drop out, crazy how we still up on a roll homie
Go homie, know this shit could turn into a brawl homie
Don't fall homie, pick your boy up before he fall homie
I was fuckin' up the pit, I need a shovel and a ditch
I said, cold blooded, know that I'ma need it like they stole from me
Drop out, crazy how we still up on a roll homie
Go homie, know this shit could turn into a brawl homie
Don't fall homie, pick your boy up before he fall homie
Fuckin' up the pit, I need a shovel and a ditch
I was chuggin' down a fifth
I'ma up it from the hip
Call that steady aim, know some shit can never change
I just hit the shooting range
Me and bro got better aim
Blood up on my fists shit
Alive up in the pit, quick, playin' with the guys and
All they heard was click, click, I know I been on big shit
Can't be in the mix, bitch, two fives up and a six shit
I be with them misfits
Swear to god we cold blooded
Know that I'ma need it like they stole from me
Drop out, crazy how we still up on a roll homie
Go homie, know this shit could turn into a brawl homie
Don't fall homie, pick your boy up before he fall homie
I like to call shorty, every time we fuck I'm goin' raw, shorty
Shorty raw I like two two threes, she keep a forty-four
I'm bored, homie, I don't wear shit you can afford, homie
I'm bored, homie, chopper turn your Porsche into a Ford homie
Fuckin' up the pit, might need a doctor and a nurse
Shit might even need a hearse
Walk down on em' in a church
And my shorty with me, bad
She keep a pistol in a purse
DOB we ditchin' class
To hit the corner for the work
Swear to God we cold blooded, know that I'ma need it like they stole from me
Drop out, crazy how we still up on a roll homie
Go homie, know this shit could turn into a brawl homie
Don't fall homie, pick your boy up before he fall homie
It's funny how it happens
How we get on back to rappin' this shit easy, please believe me
Said I'll up it with my blick
And I promise we ain't cappin
Said we really about that action, this shit easy
When you're Cheezy, call my brother for a hit
Said my homie, he the captain, teach me how to hold that ratchet
At the range like every day so when they pull it, I dont flinch
At the range like every day, we might pull it off a whim
And my brother, he don't miss, he gon' put it on your brim
Swear to God we cold blooded, know that I'ma need it like they stole from me
Drop out, crazy how we still up on a roll homie
Go homie, know this shit could turn into a brawl homie
Don't fall homie, pick your boy up before he fall homie
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Writer(s): Jacob Bouchard, Joseph Brodeur
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