eastern block psalm

they mad, they mad

ima northside killer yea

grave filler yea

a opp brain spiller, yea

pull the trigger, yea

put a cop in a swisher, yea

pill sniffer, yea

eastern bloc spinner, yea

fingers in the air

fuck a bitch, ima dog yea

slick a hard head

in the kitchen cooking raw, yea

until it's hard yea

screaming mother fuck the law yea

we ball here

codeine sipping ima barre head

retarded

got a thing for some big weapons and thick women

i keep tryna get the dose right, but keep missing

put another bullet in that boy, he keep twitching

throw the 3 up like im trigga trey, i keep swishing

2 wrists that's 4 tones

bentley snow cone

chain worth a home loan

and that's with no stones

big truck

fuck the ozone

getcha roll on

shooting till my veins blown

what can go wrong?

shoot until his brains gone, make his son watch

popping different color xannys how i bar hop

guess im getting close to granny's, hear them gun shots?

when they begging for their life, it take the fun out

ooooo they mad they mad

tryna do what we do but they know they can't

ooooo stay mad stay mad

forever with the gang and it's grey that we chant

59 on my back like i'm jack ham

16 was selling dope up out the trans am

now im laughing to the bank and swerving black rams

got my daddy tripping, saying i be god damn

top down, i be cooking till the pot burn

choppa clip like my bitch, they both got curves

swear these boys ain't got my much, but they got nerve

lemme find the right word

uhhhh

i'm that mother fucking one yea

go dumb yea

put a blade up in his lungs yea

you come near

we can scrap without them guns yea

it's fun yea

turn a opp into my son yea

some crumbs, here

know you hurting for them funds yea

a bum yea

quarterbacking in your arm chair

with crossed legs

give a fuck bout what the law said

they all dead

bitch im mother fucking north bred

a hard head