$crim beat!
(Got the ounce, got the ounce)
DJ $crim with that 808
Yo', light that cigarette, that cigarette, I'm tripping
Ash it then I flick it
Liquid got me feeling, got me feeling wicked
Sickening how I'm thinking
Every weekend during evenings
I'm creeping, all black secrets
Got a demon who be sp- demon who be speaking
I swear to God, they so mis-, so mis-
Just a, just a, -leton in clothing
Junkie that be, junkie that be, junkie that be flowing
I be that, be that, in your closet
That drug money in your wallet
All black for a home invasion
Smoking that, Smoking that **** till I'm Asian
Up in that alleyway, I'm bent
Switchblade on my hip
Sipping dip that's mixed with
Dip that's mixed with
Dip that's mixed with
Sipping mixed with
Sipping mixed with
Dip that's mixed with Crys
Got me tripping, talking ****
Got me, got me, talking **** (Uh)
I'm twisted on, twisted on that dip
Got me twisted talking **** (Uh uh uh uh)
I'm tw- I'm on that, on that dip
Hundred blunts to the face
Hundred cups of the bale
Hundred blunts, hundred blunts, hundred blunts to the face
Hundred cups of the face
Hundred cups of the bale
Bale blunts to the face
Hundred cups of the bale
1Hundred 0 bale
Hundred blunts to the face (Ruby da Cherry)
Hundred
(DJ slowdown)
Bale
It's that grim reaping mother****er
Patch me up, I'm leaking
Snatch me up your *****
I'm up your *****
I'm up your *****
I'm up your *****
I'm *****, be *****, be *****, be
***** I'm ***** be
***** I'm ***** be
***** I'm up your *****
I'm riding dirty swerving and I'm skewing
What I'm, what I'm is a sizz, could consider me a, -sider me a demon
Dreaming demon
Dreaming of a **** boy massacre
*****, I'm scheming
*****, I'm steaming up some weed
And I'll be damned if you is reaching for this blunt your ***** rolled laced with your homies' ashes
I'm teasing meaning, meaning your *****, your *****, **** but, **** but, for no teasing
Meaning I told your ***** we would **** but didn't for no reason
Please and thank you when I drop a track
My audience is a bunch of zombies teaming up to try and stop me
Tony told me it was chopper season, leave you screaming for your mommy, uh
Uh
Spray them with that Tommy, then I spray them with that Tommy (Tommy, Tommy, Tommy)
Mmm... You smell good for a dead mother****er
(Dead mother****er)
(Mmm... You smell good for a dead mother****er)
Hundred blunts to the face
Hundred cups of the bale
Hundred blunts, hundred blunts, hundred blunts to the face
Hundred cups of the face
Hundred blunts to the face
Hundred cups of the bale
Hundred blunts, hundred blunts, hundred blunts to the face
100 cups of the bale