Rusted, blood's been smelling rusted
You're the one I trusted
Oh, you got me busted (busted)
Blood stains, white shirt got that blood stain
Bullet got enough brain
Put me in my coffin (coffin)
(Pull up to the bank with a gun)
Hands up, turn around
Make em kneel, to the ground
Put the tunnel to her mouth
Pull the trigger make it loud
Turn in the money you figured it out
I need a Roley and I want it now
We don't be kidding we're here for the dough
So give in the money or we'll get it out
I got my Ice on purple gatorade
Got my people running round and round the city
Renegades got my back whipped
Back with gun metal grey
Got me feelin like The ISIS gunning in LA
Ay I got, I got, I got
Ice on purple gatorade
Got my people running round and round the
city, Renegades got my back whipped
Back with gun metal grey
Got me feelin like The ISIS gunning in LA
I've just been agitated
As though I could be wasted
My face so cold I tasted
I'm busted shot me, hate it
My legs won't fold I'm ageing
My bones so old might break it (Ugh)
I know I won't make it
I know I won't make it
I know...
Now that I'm with you I need a new high
Maybe a blotter or maybe a line
My homie busy he scorin a dime
Do very nature we do with the lime
Don't need to worry yeah I know you lied
I saw you were kissin the son of a- (Uh)
tell you to come here and lay by my side
So I'll get your head with a bullet inside!
Better on m**** so I gotta go!
Too much of Percy I'm bleeding
and clotting my nose
Fuck it I've risen, we're rocking the gold
Flexin bougee vibe I'm snorting the "Woah"
Not into hoes, Domino bros
Pain in my head homie get me a Xan (woah)
Murder the beat and I call it a plan (woah)
Don't go to clubs all my homes are banned (woah)
N***** are waiting to get into rant
I get in a fight (woah), not beatin him right yo
I feel like a psycho, I'll kill him, I might yo
No time on my hand (no roley no roley)
Now fuck with the brands(the Gucci the louis)
I roll with the gang (gang gang gang gang)
That's how I'm a man
Lust, pain, Drugged veins
Screw with the money and screw the fame
I got plenty who are calling my name
As a matter of fact,
Pussy kill another brother, was a criminal act
But you never really ever wannna put it like that
Lemme get another bullet tell me would you like that?
Kill-switch to the flows and I put it right back
So you back with a hoe, so you murder like
Take a knife to your bed then you-
