Hood Harvest - Raf-Saperra, Dave East, Big Body Bes & Bobby Kang

$loth Like my bitches dead, bullet to the head Fuck a Fed Swanging on the slab Get them sprayed with the 12-gauge Coming out my grave where I lay Trigger finger foreplay Sipping on a four, kick the door like the night before Lay them on the floor then I'm ghost Welcome to the most, triple six, devil shit Satan lay me down to sleep R.I.P. six feet deep, $uicide be on the creep I'm just a young GIF walking with a limp R.I.P. to Pimp, sipping dip, take a trip to fuck your bitch That triple six, Hades sent Smoked a hundred blunts laced with junk, $uicide just hit a lick And now I'm sitting on the couch, house is like a drought No one fucking in it, fuck my life I'm fucking finished I'd let my soul diminish if I hadn't fucking sold it Promised everything, that's how the Devil fucking wrote it $now Leopard Slipping back into the back Ruby da Cherry don't know no slack I hack up another track and subtract That from my fucking stack of scraps Me and $loth are fucking wack, and I hate the fact that we rap I just want to find a gap so I can fill it with my sap Don't give a fuck about the cash I just want to ash and laugh it off Whenever I be thinking about the past Living life every day like I died yesterday Stunting like I'm paid Tell you right now I've got a gold chain but it's fake And I don't even wear it anymore I just wanna close my eyes and die Leave my body on the fucking floor When I say I'm on my grind, it's not because I hustle It's because I grind my fucking teeth until the blood puddles I'm a hot boy, got a hot head Yeah, my blood fucking bubbles Got a snakeskin belt tied around my fucking neck But, I broke the fucking buckle

Yeah, yeah (Uh-huh) It's me, it's me (Uh-huh) I was hatched in '83 (Yeah) Fuckin' standin' like the Notre Dame logo right now Just leave this shit, man If I choose the right horse (Uh) I'mma buy a white Porsche (Uh) Never take the night off (Uh) Sayin' that my mind's off (Uh) Ever since I came out (Uh) I been handin' pain out (Uh) Fold a wire hanger through your nose, take your brain out Hey now On the stage, I'm like great balls of fire (Uh) One more year, I'll be on Lake George, retired (Just one) Big steak like a Jeep tire (Uh) Season up some biceps and throw 'em in deep fryer I been high since I was this big, yeah I been high since I was this big, stupid I'm sick like feedin' squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket If this was '96, I def' had The Tunnel packed in (It's true) Big beard like I'm lumberjackin' (Uh) Mash the pedal of the 850 Sound like the thunder crackin' I'm in a club with a condom on (Hahaha) All Under Armour on (Yeah) And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW Microphone attached to my head so I can dance my little heart out Don't make me bring the white guitar out Like the one in Wayne's World That was shinin' in the window Since 13, I been a nympho Fuck, That's Delicious on box set Me and my mans smokin' on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg Stand in the store with twenty Ahmed's Bazookas on shoulders, hundred pounds of C4 in a stroller Z4s roll up, shit's cold, I think I need a ricola I just dropped a million kroner, I'm a stoner (Uh) You lack culture, I'm a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier (It's me) I just blew my motherfuckin' high, man (Ho!) Holy shit I been high since I was this big, motherfucker And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun

Real shit, real shit nigga Yeah, uh Homicide city, another homicide Catch your body for my zip code Leave your top open like a fishbowl Just know niggas on the block with the fish scale Get a bowl, hit it slow Everybody on the block they just tryna get it though Get it though And tell a nigga bout a three way, no subliminals We be climbin' through your window slow Big magazine make you centerfold Push the envelope, make a wall pop like you're in a coke Finish you Whippin' through Iraq, nigga fuck Obama These niggas is fish swimmin' with piranhas Watch homie get killed right on that corner He was chasin' commas now he's a goner Now we so focused cause we so hopeless Grandma came down to me and spoke this The game ain't full of shit but vultures Your homies ain't your homies, nigga you ain't owe shit Compton academy Up 10 with no batteries, that's why they mad at me Some homies is causalities That's my reality, go on the faculty Hundred round drum when the K come Young niggas racin' down the Crans as the bass thump They won't give it to me, I'ma take some Know I must pay for my sins when the day come Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? homicide city another homicide) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Fingertips numb from the cocaine Twenty thousand every time my door swing Count it up again when the door close Plug fronted you the work, you in a dope hole Have the nigga workin' round the clock, takin' no doors Same clothes, nigga never serve the popos Homie the Presidential Rollie, it was so froze He was ice cold till the shit got up in his nose I done seen kings turn to crack fiends Baby used to keep the wheels on the 'Lac clean Fucked around and caught a beam with a trap queen Was wrappin' packages before I had a rap dream Was wrappin' packages before I had a rap dream Was doin' robberies before I had a rap show The type of nigga throw a (?) in the pot And drive a foreign off the lot And cop the motor in the back ho Cause every day a nigga flexin' Finessin', full clip in my weapon I blow like (?), no worries, no stressin' Head honcho, the boss boy, I play my position Bitch I feel like Nino before he was snitchin', God damn Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? homicide city another homicide) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) I ain't from south central, nigga I'm a menace Get up out the car homie, handle business I give my youngin' 500 to handle witness I find out you hiding out? Your man'll get it Catch a body for my neighborhood I got a ratchet with the numbers scratched off plus I aim for good I had the kush out in Ravenswood Back in Harlem, had the sour if you talkin' better make it good Better make it quick, I'm with a Jamaican bitch Black and grey Raider fit, drugs you can take your pick This ain't for your Instagram, don't take a pic I was tryna take some grams, flip it all, make me rich When I get around this money, it make me itch Finger fuckin' my nina, I'll make you take a shit Got a bag where your stomach used to be And I ain't talkin' Billboard but my youngin's makin' hits Prolly run up in your crib for the safe box Don't forget that combination when the pressure on Sweat drippin' on the chrome .45 And your life if a nigga breath wrong And I hate cops Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? homicide city another homicide) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block) Catch a body for my zip code (? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)