Show sold out backstage gold class LS sounding grumpy drop the foot and go fast Addicts in my messages begging for the grass Dead like a zombie junkies swinging of the glass I’m slinging dope like I’m Pablo Can you get on a bag bro What are you chasing just a 50hydro too many thoughts chain me up call me psycho Tiny dick that’s why ya misso has a vibro Close your eyes and let the smoke take over Running in circles help me out I’m sober Gun to ya throat don’t move any closer knocking at the door step outside it’s over I’ve got bullets in my teeth Money in my sleeves Drugs in my system I can’t even breath Running out of luck and I’m running outa dreams Dirty old tns with your dirty old jeans Living of the ice living of the streets Put the money in the bag and hand over the keys If you live in my ends than you gotta pay the fee So give me all your money and your Nike tech fleece Running your mouth put your money where you talk you fight like a bitch here take this led to ya jaw I swear I didn’t kill him quite sessions In court Powder brain coked up spare us one more snort Pick and choose your just too fussy Pack your bags before things get ugly Pulling blades all rough and rusty Dogs detain me tryna cuff me search my bag don’t touch my Dusty’s under arrest don’t fucking touch me life is a test you really should study fake ID just a case of bundys