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You did good, $lick Ay, ay Glock is tucked but the chopper ain't And I'm aiming for the horizon (Raa-raa-raa) Fully automatic Scope this damaged, so I plan on everyone dying (Kill 'em all!) Power residue on my license Mixed the cocaine with some ricin Tears of blood, roll down my cheek And I can feel my lips start widening (He, he, he, he) Now the whole sky's full of lightning (Ohh) Now all of the vultures arriving (Ohh) To pick at the bones on the highway (Ohh) Cover my face up in white paint (Ohh) I need to hide, the law passing by Police sirens give me a migraine (Ohh) Bingе drinking only to strip up a purge Yeah, I guess you can call mе a lightweight (Ohh) Hellcat trucks with the Forgiato's I got fully-autos on the nightstand (Grah-grah-grah) Got a black coat With a TP9 swiss Uzi B&T the Taliban These heavy hollows, turn em Sleepy Hollow No time for sorrow, I'm the black lamb (Baa) Letras de cancionesFrom the badlands, out to Japan Hear it strike lightning when this backhand land damn I be that half-man demi-god That's why they call me Zeus Mt. Olympus couldn't handle us So I'm down with Hades pouring bigger juice Got a hundred troops, we all takin sips (Woah) Drop the coupe top, let the chopper spit When you ten toes, ain't no taking shifts (Woah) I'ma spin the globe 'til there's nothing left AR choppa hanging like a jury Brad Pitt in the tank, fury Pull up tweaking off a lotta med Glock17 shooting prematurely (Yeah, yeah) I was pushing tar up in a hoodie I been who them boys wanted to be I'm who you avoid as a juvie 20 kicking doors up in goodbe, yeah Grey be the flag My diamonds they brag I hop in that big body like I do drag Cancel me please, I rather be banned Fuck all this rapping, I rather go scam I rather get high, I rather go die I rather just run and not even try Revenge of my drake, pain in my eyes Nailed to the cross, burn me alive (Wetto!) From Letras Mania