Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this
Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight
I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape
My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight
You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.
Close my eyes and see everybody i know dead
Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet
My wife is dead, all i have is mona
I try to tell them i'm one of the
I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king
My phone isn't dead cause i can hear it beeping
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