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[Hook: Slug Christ] (2x) I told myself I gotta start stackin' paper But fuck all these addictions Hit a lick so cold Slip it in a minute Keep my arms raised up It's cool I fucked the witness And I'm ripped solo A comma an some digits [Verse 1: Slug Christ] A K low Don't fuck with me A hunnid grams To use personally Two sides Fuck a trinity Middle finger nailed Can you tell me what that one thing is I know you fuckin' know Don't you tell me it's a secret When it's cummin' in your throat Retreat to euthanasia Or figure out the joke A choice that comes free Hit you with all that I got Lookin' like heavy arms When enter ya spot You can not damage me brah I'm the main character You're just a supportin' role Filler's all they need ya for It's over In and out the door Beggin' and scrapin' for more Manifestin' a crack whore Suckin' that dick 'til you gore [Bridge: Slug Christ] A dime sack Don't talk to me Couple zones On the balcony Kill yourself Ya blasphemy Couple grand [Hook: Slug Christ] (2x) I told myself I gotta start stackin' paper But fuck all these addictions Hit a lick so cold Slip it in a minute Keep my arms raised up It's cool I fucked the witness And I'm ripped solo A comma an some digits [Verse 3: The Yung Link] Bitch it's me, nigga it's the fuckin' Link I'm takin' your riches and puttin' you six feet deep Underground while you sleep Nigga I'mma creep Through your mothafuckin' hood while you countin' your sheep Got the mask on my face and be bustin' your bitches on repeat Watch the blood leak I'm blowin' on that stank pack type shit Houston Tex promethazine that lonestar pint shit When I go broke I then kick in the doe and leave everybody Wig split Fall to teh floe and then give me yoe doe and then feel your fuckin' body drip I got the licka through my fuckin' veins Nigga talk shit and 900 the klick make them motherfuckin' bullets rain Nigga on your ass Make them hollow points blast I empty the clips I'm takin' no shits Pop you like a zit Like I'm poppin' a clit Nigga don't trip On my pistol grip Bullets shells rang Makin' a stang Givin' you pain Showin' no shame Fuck all you lames I'm bustin' on your bitches I'm takin' your riches Then droppin' them bodies off in a ditches Believe in no snitches [Hook: Slug Christ] (2x) I told myself I gotta start stackin' paper But fuck all these addictions Hit a lick so cold Slip it in a minute Keep my arms raised up It's cool I fucked the witness And I'm ripped solo A comma an some digits
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