HONEYCOMB

Like this, biatch

Playas from the underground, we on the south side

I'm with that buck shit, mop em like a slip n slide

Always got the stick on me, you'd think I just got crucified

Trigger finger itching, gun em down, that's holy $uicide

Spray him with that 12 gauge, he look like Kurt Cobain

Watch the bubble from his blood, leaking from his, from his brain

Ghetto gods from the dirty south

White trash, mane

That choppa leave em leakin, wrap em up in cellophane, mane

I got a bullet with ya name

On the-on the tip

Ride slow in the Chevy

Boutta plan a hit

We hit ya block n me and Tony boutta pop it off

G-g you got my voice sounding like its chopped and screwed off

I got a bullet with ya name

On the-on the tip

Ridin slow in the Chevy

Boutta plan a hit

We hit ya block n me and Tony boutta pop it off

G-g you got my voice soundin like its chopped and screwed off

Got my voice sounding like

You got my voice sounding

You got my voice sounding like it's chopped and screwed off

Got my voice sounding like

got my voice sounding

got my voice sounding like it's chopped and screwed off

Got my voice soundin like it's chopped and screwed

G-g-g