Lyrics

Im a Houston kid probably off hallucinogens
Scumbag degenerate likely cause of all my friends
tie the noose record my end
In heaven with a fucking benz
Raping every fucking beat i guess this is a sinny sin

Nigga you making dough ?
no homie no you aint eatin
my niggas they making bread
yo oven aint even heated
to stay up in this game you gotta have a reason
or we put a bullet in ya head and give you something to believe in
they come to yo aid like magic but hopefully it aint magic
that shit would be tragic like no bodies in the casket
we killing boys adolf
pull up to your crib cause we caught you on the radar
pull up with the mask off spray you with the AR
we some fucking killers and we never take a day off
shooting like the playoffs i guess the gym done paid off
had to be the boss the cause the company made some layoffs