Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity
Next time the silly bitch might put poison in my drink.
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist
I want to drink my sadness down
Come wit me you'll smoke around
Until you go behind my back
It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black
Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
My finger on the trigger, again in the liver, like my reps gotta pump
Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump
But until my heart stop and turns cold,
Franky lymon the lime light gets old
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