Текст песни
Wicket style spawnin, even in stereo you couldn t play me
Get yo ass out my face fore the shit get ugly, my eyes bloodshot red
We outcha mind ahead of space and time, i keep the world drunk ain t no love for thee Savales, my father was a bastard
I mma son-of-a-bitch, who drives ya crazy, don t nobody love me cause of 7 m-i-l-e
police keep illegal searchin
Even in stereo you couldn t play me, wanna be a murder merchant
Caught with possession on ya person ll have ya head hurtin, even in stereo you couldn t play me, my telekinesis is sent
To know the difference between the angel and a serpent, just in case i gotta toast Telly, bumpin triple 6
Wicket style spawnin, i m shuttin shit down like a y2k
is god tryna kill me
My eyes bloodshot red, just in case i gotta toast Natas, to know the difference between the angel and a serpent
Who loves ya baby, and plus i ll assassinate ya with my gun blaster Telly, i mma rock it till i die punk
Every nigga in the industry know they can t say shit, i keep the world drunk ain t no love for thee
Wanna be a murder merchant, what s the price of betrayal, don t nobody love me cause of 7 m-i-l-e
Don t nobody love me cause of 7 m-i-l-e, don t nobody love me
gone off liquor
Who drives ya crazy, i mastered the fast lane and then i went faster
don t nobody love me
I m shuttin shit down like a y2k, i keep the world drunk ain t no love for thee
I mma rock it till i die punk, bumpin triple 6
it s a tragic accident
Keep a ak close, gone off liquor, bumpin triple 6
Just in case i gotta toast, most muthafuckas know Savales, who loves ya baby
Got one million enemies, don t nobody love me
It s a tragic accident, yo game is brand new
I mma rock it till i die punk, don t nobody love me
Who drives ya crazy, ain t no l-o-v-e life tryna scold me
wanna spray me
In the mornin, police keep illegal searchin, get me high than a muthafucka waitin on doomsday
what s the price of betrayal
Melt ya down like plastic, to know the difference between the angel and a serpent Telly, two hands can t touch me
Two hands can t touch me, keep a ak close
I keep the world drunk ain t no love for thee, is god tryna kill me, i mastered the fast lane and then i went faster
Melt ya down like plastic, don t nobody love me Savales, don t nobody love me
Every nigga in the industry know they can t say shit, a uzi in my pelle Telly, keep a ak close
Don t nobody love me cause of 7 m-i-l-e, and have me a radio disc jock roast
i keep the world drunk ain t no love for thee
I mastered the fast lane and then i went faster, i mma son-of-a-bitch
A uzi in my pelle, i m shuttin shit down like a y2k, paint cha picture when i hitcha getcha fitcha for the slitcha
even in stereo you couldn t play me
Is god tryna kill me, to know the difference between the angel and a serpent Telly, paint cha picture when i hitcha getcha fitcha for the slitcha
Wicket style spawnin, to know the difference between the angel and a serpent, a uzi in my pelle