Dead Roses

Ay I'm a fast car hitman
In the field working with my corners I'm a blitz man
Say she like to travel told her we can take a trip then
Pretty bitch short and she thicker than some quick sand, she look just like a vixen
Oh ooh oh
We be trapping on this stove all night
Grab ya Glock 30 clip we can throw all night
If I feed the bitch some Hennessy she going all night
Say she wanna try some ecstasy I told her alright
And mama don't you worry I'm gon get us so straight
Told her close your eyes when you open up you'll be paid
Taking drugs for my scars purple in my lemonade
Empty out my cup to better days

They won't take my soul, ain't no Hollywood bitch
Gotta keep a pole on me when I move around it ain't no joke like magic disappear it's hocus pocus
Ay tell me where's the beef, let me know, and if it's cold we can heat it up
We a hit ya family tree, through the front door you ain't gotta lock the back for none

I'm a need my money fast
I remember how you switch up when I shared my last
I don't like that type of energy
I do the dash on em
They gon turn into an enemy ya karma coming from it
Sipping from the bottle I think I could almost see the bottom
I could drown out all these problems but I know that ain't gon solve it
Block ya number you a bother
I ain't interested in talking
If you do too much I got something to really make you stop it
Shout out back home couple homies with me always kept it solid
Nothing change between us I'm a give you something out my pocket
Only fucking with a few don't hit me up unless you copping
And my people kicking doors no you don't want it bitch I promise

They won't take my soul, ain't no Hollywood bitch
Gotta keep a pole on me when I move around it ain't no joke like magic disappear it's hocus pocus
Ay tell me where's the beef, let me know, and if it's cold we can heat it up
We a hit ya family tree, through the front door you ain't gotta lock the back for none