(Kill) I keep a stick with me, nigga, I'll use it Who listen to Foolio? Man, that nigga music dookie Smoking dead opps, man this shit therapeutic Hmm, niggas got a lot of mouth until we fuckin' mute it Hop out on your block with drums, nigga, like this shit acoustic She wanna suck on me for fun, nigga, I might let her do it Hundred rounds under that gun, nigga, bitch look like a booty In the streets, it ain't no love, nigga, think they killed Cupid Redrum, murder one, nigga know just what we do Got that lo', I'm with the crew, we four deep, we rolling through I ain't tryna rap with niggas, he wanna tweak, I wanna shoot I can merch, his ass a goof, them niggas round, they goofy too Drop for more sticks 'cause the last ones got put to use They know we blow shit, hit the opps' block, then we pollute We in a stoley, this a hot car pullin' up on you We heard the cops out, we don't give no fuck, man, these niggas stupid I told bro we gotta finish him, I'm sick of this lil' bitch Every time bitch, we gon' get at him, ain't slowing down on shit You can't fuck with them, then fuck with us, it's us or them, now pick 'Fore we pick a side for you and kill you, stupid jit Yeah, nigga, hmm, wrap shit like a mummy And any time of day, we load them K's, and bitch, we coming We running witchu too, so ion see the sense in running A nigga heard them shots, the block whole went clunking Watch me tap the switch, this bitch sound like it's switching gears Nigga, fuck everybody, fuck the world, that's how I feel We ain't talking just to talk, we get up with your ass for real On Instagram being cool, now your dumb ass killed Plot twist, you know Jack had killed Jill right on the hill Catch a nigga in here talk 'bout drop my mask, and he get drilled I been tryna keep my cool, but I ain't mad, but I can't chill Mini Draco, forty rounds, I put that bitch to work for real Bitch-ass nigga make me sick, real nauseous how I feel Draco left his ass in shock, I call this bitch electric eel His shirt white, but now it's red, I really left a stain with steel Hothead got hit with something hotter, now his ass on chill I hate the fucking opps so much, I'm gon' get rich and drop a mill' On a nigga head, bro like, "Who you want?" and I'm like "Him" If we had to grit it out, I'd beat a nigga ass in Timbs Stomp a nigga in his shit, like bitch, I told you I was him Hit a block and let the switchy off, niggas go domino Forty round, I'ma let thirty off 'cause I did it before I was told if it ain't empty, then nigga, bang it some more Leave you stinking just for tryna get famous and now you ghost

Jack und Jill gingen auf den Berg für 'nen Eimer Wasser schwer Jack, der Tropf, fiel auf den Kopf und Jill fiel hinterher Jack und Jill gingen auf den Berg für 'nen Eimer Wasser schwer Jack, der Tropf, fiel auf den Kopf und Jill fiel hinterher Jack und Jill gingen auf den Berg für 'nen Eimer Wasser schwer Jack, der Tropf, fiel auf den Kopf und Jill fiel hinterher

For sale by owner sign On highway fifty-nine A signal of the times A turnin' of the page There used to be nothin' here But then nothin' disappeared The pond, the barn, the farm, the fields Have long since been replaced Asphalt parking where that ten pew, Pentecostal stood Fast food, four lanes and a subdivided neighborhood The walls of the world are closin' in The spreadin' city spreads us thin We can't seem to make our ends, meet the black Never would've thought it wouldn't last The way of life, time moved past What I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 back Maybe I'm a sucker for Knowing who lives next door A view from my back porch A pinch of peace and quiet I can't get back the used to be's So I hang on to the memories Of when I could still look up And see the stars not streetlights shinin' The walls of the world are closin' in The spreadin' city spreads us thin We can't seem to make our ends, meet the black Never woulda thought it wouldn't last The way of life, time moved past What I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 back Now I get that progress has it's place And no regard for what it takes Wish it would slow it's pace and cut us all some slack 'Cause it's all changing way too fast A way of life that time moved past What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back