SOUTHERN FRIED (feat. Tec Tab)
Chuffin delta 8 cuz I can't blow on gutter pack no more
Tec put down the drank the lean the sticky leaking out the Optimo
Guess I gotta face em all like back in 10th grade
Green out with the Captain in the woods
Sitting top a grave
Death Hills player on my Singer Sargent shit
Paint a picture with the wood toking coughing like a bitch
It ain't easy being me cuz I got some beef with this here piece
Since 14 tryna buss it back gimbal to my temple cutting more than class
The nastiest no classy shit
Like 2014 Teen Witch I'm bashing shit
Let me drag and spark them truck nuts on mopac bitch
I need some more pack bitch
I chuffed it all half an O inside my lungs real shit
Where Owls Knows My Name I roll an owl the Nihilist of the creek
If the Pom Pom talking then it's time to go to sleep
West 6th East 6th either way best keep a piece
Else them junkies gut you up no cover-up got no reprieve bitch
2023, 223s, SMGs, and ATVs, with M16s
I dun hit my max prestige
I feel the trees breathing
Look around and see deceased demons
Something strange is creepin on me
Good thing shoo keep magazines and guillotines on 'em
Hell can't handle me
Underworld can't dismantle me
Somebody pass me the piece
We shoot until they scream defeat
I'm with shoo we stomping feet
Fuck with me I have my boys rise out the creek
And eat a sheet they super freaks
From the grave I rose again
strike you down like bowling pins
"How you feel?"
well that depends
I like my bodies in dividends
Trunks to the lid with ligaments
Jack in the back making amends
"Woah! Jack in the back he tweaking!"
Nah, he geekin off that bloodshed leaking
Floorboards creaking
Vox cord cut
So shh, no speaking
Cops pullin up they just smell gas
No bodies reaking
Line so raw, my mind so gone
Don't even know what the fuck going on
Lemme huff that pack that shit so strong
Lemme huff that pack that shit so strong