Teardropz And Closed Caskets

[Verse 1] Teardropz and closed caskets, runnin through my last days OG duts all in ashtray Haters got me in they sights, the devil on they side I’mma ride forever, whatever fuck I’m down to die If I got hard life, my wife is my mama My mother full of shame cuz her son is a gunna My father respect me and I was down low with the young snow white coke like I kill it I’m a changed man for a while but my 40 pound man to the ground if it’s ever going down Punk bitch, I’m not to be fucked with Knock out by cuspy front kick from my own pimp Hoes don’t hit me for bread, they want dick Best O’s in your life tonight what I get, truth’s be Like I’m sucka sick, I’m be rid if you stackin on your liquors Brothers purpin to them fix, bitch [Hook] I got my lights off, I’m in the Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it I’m ready then When I see your man, I’mma bury him The stripes lined out, I’m getting ready then [Verse 2] Look, you probly cock a doodle doo on yourself when you see me slide in that Chevy My clip is taller than Snoop Dogg Burner got kicked like karate This shot it leaves on me, holes on your body probly the size of a bowling ball Blue bandana, old dog when I’m rolling on Boy, I’m just showing off Take your money, BM after cash and I blow it off Wonder where I am dog? My aim is frozen I put a dime on your back, call it the more, the rosen I’m in the whippin them struck, you niggas look like you frozen I’m fin the click and I clack, my bullets said you was chosen WOOH, we ridin round with clique pal Shots of high, you sure look like a DJ Quick Crall That crowd around to hear the greatest of em I said the boy the truth, even his haters love him My killer salute, it take no days off And now it’s gang time, turn the lights on [Hook] [Verse 3: Slim The Mobster] You know my gun on my waist and my only fear is a case Made a mill and I owe it all to my safe I’m embracing the block and the new drop, sitting on fresh shoes I’m cupping guns by the crates so my niggas keep it fresh too Nigga and I will not lose F-in natures for your hyenas, give your ass the blues Faith tryina study my moves They working on indictments on my crew uh Yea, so the money we keep laundering And hide it in places that they would never find it in And if they lootin we know somebody went bitch on us, snitched on us Cuz they don’t wanna see us that rich homie Yea, my wrist sick on em Before they know it, fuck around and now the 5th on em Fuck around, I get you knocked off No calls, mad song but the lights on [Hook] [Verse 4] Teardropz and closed caskets Yea dead mourn the bastards How could they blame me of the ratchet? I’m slippin out control, as mean as the Cashis Blasting out the black skin, masked assassin You wanna row with me? Bitch, get yo ass in This thug passion, smoke while mack shit 6 bedroom, beu boo too, dancing in the mansion The set that gives the pool dick in you til you passin Yea, vocal chords on screen that kitty cat on swole Couchy all creamed out 2 guns but each chain, got one for each reign 2012 I get rich or die but it’s fame