[Intro: Z]
Mozez beats
Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain
[Verse 1: Bleezo]
Many did deranged and insane, savage
Maniac throw remains in the waste basket
So the weapon, they should probably get a straight jacket
Cut you open, get the carcass out
Lake Placid
Eight ratchets that post up with the blade trapping
Catch a nigga, got to parking, then I'm straight jacket
Gonna finna gain rats and I taste gas
Pigeon yates slash
Player hang get your face ratchet
See way savage
Z and Dikulz told me kill these motherfuckers or you gotta die hard
Leave the dug with my orb
And he underground with ninety rounds
And they hit it with some funny priorities
I've been in-formerly speaking
Them bitches scorching to heat it
I was born to leak it
And the tour you see that
We go war when there's beef and I spit the 40 that rip your organs to pieces
That's even closer than deep shits
Ain't nobody fucking with the clique
An extra slut bitch sucking on the dick
The cuddy retro got a gutter in the clique
But your baby momma told me that she love the way I spit
So we let it on the lift
And I get with the bread
With Brainsick yeah sick in the head
Kitchen and fed
Posted in the strip with the meds
Trynna fit 26 inch rims in the shed
All about they dollars on my momma
Got a quip up in the chopper that's bigger than Shaq's forearm
Run up in your path with the stash and the cash throwing hands on niggas like I got four arms
Fuck the world like a pornstar
Money motivated putting nothing else above it
It should leave ripping, they severed the shoulder, I severed for the industry, killing shit and motherfuckers love it
Mozez beats
Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain
[Verse 1: Bleezo]
Many did deranged and insane, savage
Maniac throw remains in the waste basket
So the weapon, they should probably get a straight jacket
Cut you open, get the carcass out
Lake Placid
Eight ratchets that post up with the blade trapping
Catch a nigga, got to parking, then I'm straight jacket
Gonna finna gain rats and I taste gas
Pigeon yates slash
Player hang get your face ratchet
See way savage
Z and Dikulz told me kill these motherfuckers or you gotta die hard
Leave the dug with my orb
And he underground with ninety rounds
And they hit it with some funny priorities
I've been in-formerly speaking
Them bitches scorching to heat it
I was born to leak it
And the tour you see that
We go war when there's beef and I spit the 40 that rip your organs to pieces
That's even closer than deep shits
Ain't nobody fucking with the clique
An extra slut bitch sucking on the dick
The cuddy retro got a gutter in the clique
But your baby momma told me that she love the way I spit
So we let it on the lift
And I get with the bread
With Brainsick yeah sick in the head
Kitchen and fed
Posted in the strip with the meds
Trynna fit 26 inch rims in the shed
All about they dollars on my momma
Got a quip up in the chopper that's bigger than Shaq's forearm
Run up in your path with the stash and the cash throwing hands on niggas like I got four arms
Fuck the world like a pornstar
Money motivated putting nothing else above it
It should leave ripping, they severed the shoulder, I severed for the industry, killing shit and motherfuckers love it
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