I Lost My Soul to Oncoming Traffic

Pull my stick
Gonna fight back if you're gonna throw a fit
(Ay)
Load that shit
Empty the clip in a dumb little bitch
(Yuh)
Blow your lip
Nothing but spit on this overgrown snitch
(Ay)
Fuck your clique
I couldn't care if there's six on the hit
(Fuck)
Pull my stick
Gonna fight back if you're gonna throw a fit
(Ay)
Load that shit
Empty the clip in a dumb little bitch
(Yuh)
Blow your lip
Nothing but spit on this overgrown snitch
(Ay)
Fuck your clique
I couldn't care if there's six on the hit
(Fuck)

Put me in a straight jacket
I'm in fucking sane
Looking my way when I callin out your name
Popping these pills doing damage to my brain
I couldn't care that I'm known as a stain
Talk all your shit like you've been through that pain
I know you lying boy I ain't afraid
Hop out the car and then cop me a case
Speeding away leave your name in the grave
Grave is the name that just stole all your fame
Fame is the devil so keep all the change

Change change
All I want is chains
Hanging from my neck
You see me as a threat
You see me in that vette
You see me at the wreck

Pull my stick
Gonna fight back if you're gonna throw a fit
(Ay)
Load that shit
Empty the clip in a dumb little bitch
(Yuh)
Blow your lip
Nothing but spit on this overgrown snitch
(Ay)
Fuck your clique
I couldn't care if there's six on the hit
(Fuck)
Pull my stick
Gonna fight back if you're gonna throw a fit
(Ay)
Load that shit
Empty the clip in a dumb little bitch
(Yuh)
Blow your lip
Nothing but spit on this overgrown snitch
(Ay)
Fuck your clique
I couldn't care if there's six on the hit
(Fuck)



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