Rock and roll theses drugs creeping through my spine
Roll that dollar up I'm bout a hit a line
Rock and roll these drugs are creeping through my spine
Roll that dollar up I'm bout a hit a line
She finna get down on her knees like I'm divine
I guess I am bitch I grip my fucking nine
You hear a pop a shock went down your spine
Ante up bitch I don't miss a dime
Run it up bitch cause time is passing
I don't like to wait
Bitch I've been already dead
So I don't care about your fate
Squirm like maggots round my flesh
Eat through all of my decay
I'll make you float bitch
Death is sweet just meet me by the lake
Bitch I know your moves too fast
For your pistol poppin
Step too close kiss the pavement
Ho your jaw be locking
Never met a dollar that I didn't like a profit
Never trust these men I burn the church and
Kill these prophets