Guillotine CP97 (Ft. $uicideboy$)

[Verse 1: CP97]
O.g bong killa i ain't got much to say
Blue sky red eyes blunt ash in my tray
Billy rippin all day ran out sus a blaze
Stay stoney two devils my shoulders
Ain't lonely i hate all the moaning
Fat thimble i'm zoning if only the bro would text back
This shit a trap
Whenever i stop all i do is relapse
Straight facts motherfucker what you know?
See me mong as fuck moving very slow
Knifes on the stove
Beug stained on my clothes hoe spilled it
Straight then i distilled it
Thinking you critic but roll in a civic
The lorry on limit (Delorean limit?)
No time for the gimmicks addicted admit it so what?
Have a rough cone then the stems probably blocked
Pull up the road then we see a cop stop
Put the dope in my socks ain't about to do time
Lucky we ain't done the lines
Got away with a fine coz the cop was a good cunt
Should hunt for the green i got no more left
Smoking till death coz of all of the stress
If you have a mull pad then expect all the mess
When we mong its unkept
I avoid the drug test at all costs
Ain't fucking with me thats your loss