Bring out Your Dead

歌詞

You gon', you gon', die, die— Out of the way, kids! Hanging out the motherfucking window Aye, aye, aye 'Bout to shoot this bitch Used to smoke crack, now I count fucking racks Mack daddy smacked, licking a powder bag Back on my bullshit, white Benz coupe fit three in the back And that's not including yo' bitch too, shit Mutt hit the blunt like a bum $lick in the cut with a cut, no, we never gave a fuck Here I come, suck it up, bitch, I'm fucked Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs Threads full of stains in my car, fucking slumped Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck Lean the seat back as I swerve and I crash Yeah, there's blood mixed with glass As my dreams turn to black, I'm ash Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack Just a bunch of trash Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP Let's just be terrorists, blow up on NBC" Yeah, you gon' die, ho Yeah, you gon' die, ho Hanging out the motherfucking window 'Bout to shoot this bitch Yeah, you gon' die, ho Yeah, you gon' die, ho Hanging out the motherfucking window Ooh, ooh–! 'Bout to shoot this bitch This for any pussy-boy that wanna act up Ac' up Find yourself dead with no guts No guts Voice in my head saying, "Kill yourself!" So, so, so I wrote a note Hot boy, turned cold To whom it may concern, fuck you and the world Nurse these Xanax Anxiety on panic, like "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I gotta go!" I got a sixty pack waitin' at home Feel like a zombie; I'm all alone Everyone clones Please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone Before I put the .45 at your dome, lil' bitch! Hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game Game! Hollow tips, gonna insert in my brain Yeah, you gon' die, ho Yeah, you gon' die, ho Hanging out the motherfucking window 'Bout to shoot this bitch Yeah, you gon' die, ho Yeah, you gon' die, ho Hanging out