I got ten fuckin' bitches and they all talkin' to me
I been ridin' wit a choppa 'lil bitch I bring that heat (Bring that heat)
Burnin' fuckin' bodies ima kill 'em third degree
You ain't friend you a fiend ima pop a fuckin' bean
All the slits on my wrist remind me of why I'm alive
Only time I pray to God is when I pray to fucking die
Every day that I wake up, got the Devil on my side
Feeling all your love but life is just a lie
I got ten fuckin' bitches and they all talkin' to me
I been ridin' wit a choppa 'lil bitch I bring that heat (Bring that heat)
Burnin' fuckin' bodies ima kill 'em third degree
You ain't friend you a fiend ima pop a fuckin' bean
Third degree I bleed for free
That bitch done cut me deep
I been in need of breaking free
I lose my nights of sleep
They come in threes three knives for me
They plunge them in deep
I fucking hate the rolls but the hills just to steep
Hills too steep for a motherfucker soul
I don't think you understand the gravity I pull
Hills too steep for a motherfucker soul
I don't think you understand the gravity I pull
Guns and smokes
Bloody nose
I'm drifting with the reaper
I keep it low, go comatose
Bodies piling steeper
Guns in rows, stop the show
Smoking under bleachers
Then I pull 'em down below
Like the way I stole the feature
I got ten fuckin' bitches and they all talkin' to me
I been ridin' wit a choppa 'lil bitch I bring that heat (Bring that heat)
Burnin' fuckin' bodies ima kill 'em third degree
You ain't friend you a fiend ima pop a fuckin' bean