Flodgin'

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Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake

I want a supersized $uicide

$lick, he told me, "do or die"

Did it, now I'm dead

Didn't even have to use any lead

Now my bed is soaked in blood, red stuff seepin' out my head

'Cause I was thinking how I never have cheddar to shred

Grey*59 put slime in your fine dime

Met her in person, she better in bed

Grabbed my sweater and left, guess I spread her to death

No more breath in her chest, just the sweat on her breasts

Body stuffed in the trunk of my 'Vette

Oddy Nuff got the shotty tucked up under his head

Sloppy cuts on my neck

Copycats try to copy cuts, now they dead

G*59, we tryna die

****ing shine because the flame keep burning bright

Throw that body in the pile, and call it a night

Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake

SAMCRO with the blade, get a mayhem vote

Funny how the shade's never thrown when you broke

Taking **** to the face, then I turn to a ghost

The haters, the *******, they come by the dozen

The lyin', the snitchin', I'm never gonna **** with them

*****, you smell, like your homies been ****ing you

Run up, get done up, I'm dreaming about cutting ya'

It's the Yung $carecrow with the ink on my body

Got Oddy right behind me, and he gripping that Tommy

I got the shotty, and I'm aiming right to your ****ing dome

Invasions in your home, hope you live alone

No, I can't be ****ing with no mother****ing flodgers

That junkie mother****er got prescriptions like a doctor

Take 100 blunts to my mother****in' face

Pistol to the head of these ******* that be actin fake

Pistol to the head, of these niggas that be acting fake

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