Dead Roses

Ay I’m a fast car hitman

In the field workin’ 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 trappin’ on this stove all night

Grab ya Glock 30 clip we can throw all night

If I feed the bitch some Hennessy she goin’ 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

Takin’ 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 comin’ from it

Sippin’ 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 talkin’

If you do too much I got somethin’ to really make you stop it

Shout out back home couple homies with me always kept it solid

Nothin’ change between us I’m a give you somethin’ out my pocket

Only fuckin’ with a few don’t hit me up unless you coppin’

And my people kickin’ 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