Bitch like that, but I hope you know
Youngin on my dope, feeling like Juno
I got drugs up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though (what?)
I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em (hey)
Chrome metal, both fades on the medal (hey)
There's blood on my weapon, I can smell it (damn)
What's the bond for the case? I'ma pay it
Hopping out the back of the El Dorado
Dead boys pull up, dead girls follow
Death in a blunt, Azul in a bottle (sip, sip, sip)
Bones spit, now she down to swallow
Bronco, yeah, the older model
Box suites at the ball game
I don't know the players, but I know the motto
No, I ain't seen, don't try me
Try to come between, we'll do you bad
Hope your parents ain't still alive
To see their only son get garbage bag'd
Garbage bag, see their only son get garbage bag'd
Garbage bag, yeah, yeah
Banging on the trash can (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now he laying in the trash can (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Banging on the trash can
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Bitch like that, but I hope you know
Youngin on my dope, feeling like Juno
I got drugs up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though (what?)
I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em (hey)
Chrome metal, both fades on the medal (hey)
There's blood on my weapon I can smell it (damn)
What's the bond for the case? I'ma pay it
What? 25, that's two for 50
Feel like Mr. Allen (yeah)
Can't go home where the hatred grows
So I guess it's to the alley (what?)
Catchin' the bitch, let me grab my list
Every year I make a tally
Pour a cup then I roll a blunt
Bitch, death is all about balance, yeah (SESH)