Crime E

Hey homie, you need some help? Uh, uh. Put That In Your Fucking pipe, I like it fine. Now you in box made of pine. So much that blood who said to sniff and Consigned. I drink it up like some wine. I don't like demons killers on me, gonna pop Out the Torito with illegal nine. Fuck up my nigga, he slide. Don't mess with sides. We not fuck with your Kind. That's a fuck you, that boy is a Bust. Thinkin' of devil shit when said rob. Feel like a teacher who spit out your guts With this cabbage inside me, I am the drum. Invade your cranium like I'm a rush. Said he gon' kill me, that talk a such. Pull on him you know that we rush. You got hit in his head, now he dead, Good guts. I can't think the thoughts that is Stuck in my brain. Causing a massive migraine. Walk inside naked and they gonna look straight like I'm crane. Feel cold like hurricane. Shooters always in this life, they come visit. You stuck in my vision with deep-eyed desires. Once upon a time, I was Loaded fucking nine. I'm on E rock with my Stick and band. I got more shots than the Liquor I drank. Feel like the belt 'cause the Bullets don't My artillery, you drop my shot in The tank. Turn up on me, he gon' dip Like a duck. I'm making money, you live at My spot. Once upon a time, I was loaded Up off fucking nine.