stovework
• Written by TroubleGod
i got cut, and some bodies dropped behind that
put my dogs on the hunt, like go and find that
play the field, i don't just crash out, i lineback
send a bitch to get the drop, she send a line back
feds went fishin', hit snag aint get they line back
i went from fifty, to an ounce, to a nine pack
Audi S4, movin', put a plate in it
i found the cheat codes, now i don't play with it
oh his truck was bulletproof? he should of stayed in it.
make you did your own grave, have you lay in it
i turn your morning, to a evening, to a weekend,
till you know that you aint leavin' here breathin',
til your brain get it
denial is such an awful thing..
make sure you niggas bow down to the lawful king
or i might go send them shooters knock your taco clean
have em doing interviews by a waffle scene
if you pitchin base treat it like its yo' work
(yo come here)
let me show you how this stove work
boiling water in that pot throw in more work
always got it in the bag like its home work
my moms like...
something dubious goin' on... i smell it
too many run ins with police, they know i sell shit
but never caught me with a dime, and i wont tell shit
might have to call me xell again, cause i XL'd shit