[Chorus]
Eight legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin' with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin' over bones
Forty feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
Like that, 40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that
Roof, I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul
Eight legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin’ with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin' over bones
Forty feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the piеces, pick the petal off thе rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
Like that, 40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that
Roof, I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul
[Verse]
Forty always feenin', I'm a demon out the box
Devil up on my shoulder, leave 'em coughing 'til they rot
Pull up I'm gon' bring the problem to the muhfuckin' block
New strap with a dot, run up on 'em he get knocked
Pull up wit' a Glock, bump stock for the op
Real talk, muhfucka, bullets take away his thoughts
Actin' so soft, so I had to cut 'em off
Got the mind up on the money, I could never take a loss
Forty alone, where they at?
Glock on my body, no rats and I bag 'em, no cap, cap, cap
Yuh, slasher his clique, he ain’t bout that
Holes in his lung make 'em gasp
Nova they back, burn 'em up like the sun
We gon' run through they home, 'cause I came up from nothin'
Broke out the bottom, was raised on the run, I won’t ever look back, all my scars turning numb
Police on me, run off like a rabbit, I'm gon' eat it flush it, here you want it? Have it
Flip the mattress, ion know what happened? "No your honor, sorry, I got sober habits"
Witchy lurkin', all these artist actin', I came out the dungeon, got my mama's baggage
Bring out the ghosts from his past, hold a grudge like a movie, I’m creepin' all up in his attic
I got a gun, lil' forty gon' run up, I’m charged like a battery 'bout all the static
I see his chain, I’m gon' grab it, I’m upping his budget, he broke like he pay me in taxes
Bitch, try and play me, I nut on her face and I call up and tell all her exes she average
I got a Glock with a scope, put a shot through your throat, leave 'em coughing up heat like a dragon
Eight legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin' with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin' over bones
Forty feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
Like that, 40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that
Roof, I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul
Eight legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin’ with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin' over bones
Forty feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the piеces, pick the petal off thе rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
Like that, 40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that
Roof, I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul
[Verse]
Forty always feenin', I'm a demon out the box
Devil up on my shoulder, leave 'em coughing 'til they rot
Pull up I'm gon' bring the problem to the muhfuckin' block
New strap with a dot, run up on 'em he get knocked
Pull up wit' a Glock, bump stock for the op
Real talk, muhfucka, bullets take away his thoughts
Actin' so soft, so I had to cut 'em off
Got the mind up on the money, I could never take a loss
Forty alone, where they at?
Glock on my body, no rats and I bag 'em, no cap, cap, cap
Yuh, slasher his clique, he ain’t bout that
Holes in his lung make 'em gasp
Nova they back, burn 'em up like the sun
We gon' run through they home, 'cause I came up from nothin'
Broke out the bottom, was raised on the run, I won’t ever look back, all my scars turning numb
Police on me, run off like a rabbit, I'm gon' eat it flush it, here you want it? Have it
Flip the mattress, ion know what happened? "No your honor, sorry, I got sober habits"
Witchy lurkin', all these artist actin', I came out the dungeon, got my mama's baggage
Bring out the ghosts from his past, hold a grudge like a movie, I’m creepin' all up in his attic
I got a gun, lil' forty gon' run up, I’m charged like a battery 'bout all the static
I see his chain, I’m gon' grab it, I’m upping his budget, he broke like he pay me in taxes
Bitch, try and play me, I nut on her face and I call up and tell all her exes she average
I got a Glock with a scope, put a shot through your throat, leave 'em coughing up heat like a dragon
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