Tourettes City Morgue

[Intro: ZillaKami]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup, yeah

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah)
Miss teeth (Yeah, yeah), good grief (Yeah, yeah)
Six feet, boy, the Devil doesn't sleep (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
S-O-S-A, tatted like a essay
Swiss cheese barrel on the motherfuckin' SK (Rrah)
Throw half a brick on a scale, like it's dead weight (Work)
If I go back to jail, prolly be a fed case
Going out like Big Meech, ain't going under six feet (No no)
And my plug from Mexico, so we get the bricks cheap (Fish scale)
City Morgue Cartel, got it fa' the 16 (Work)
Got the coke popping in the pot, like it's fish grease (Work)
Niggas know the price (Mula)
Fuck a rap deal nigga, brick of dope looks nice (Fuck outta here)
Get the 'Rari, nigga, I don't get the motorbikes (Skrr)
Still in the trap, eating chicken over rice, getting rich overnight (Mula)
Look, SosMula be bag chasin' (Facts)
Only sell white like I'm mad racist (Work)
In a sports car, be drag racing (Skrr)
Got more pumps than the gas station
Ha, switch my trap phone 'cause the feds watching (Fuck outta here)
Soon the opps come back out we gon' headshot 'em