HeatherGrey

Verse 1 Dead like im Paul Bearer Gonna need some Pall-bearer's Fucking with my team thats more then a small Arab You're irrelevant Ain't slanging if you telling it I ain't smoking if you selling it Ain't bagning bitch you celibate I'm buying tartar tees All the water in the seas Hoes stick like a disease Got bitches on their knees i got assss cheeks On my grey tee, all these girls keep grinding on me Crawling to my grave every night of the week The cold dead air when i'm lurking by the creek Jumping at the grave and i'm feeling like death Smelling like cigarettes put the rare poison in my chest Mamma tripping cause her baby boy glitchin Her daddy trippin cause daddy's little girl is missing My clothes great, but my lungs black Four wheelers with the shotgun on the rack Pure white trash bury me by the liquor store My girls in all black dressed for my funeral On that old dirt road, rolling with my shawty In the two forty roof open bumin orgy Jesus take the wheel cause i can't feel multitasking fuck a bitch While i write my will Chorus Got roses on my grave, got butts in the tray, got the same ass Clothes, got the same ass blade No blood in my veins, can't feel pain Heather Grey everything it all The stay same Got roses on my grave, got butts in the tray, got the same ass Clothes, got the same ass blade No blood in my veins, can't feel pain Heather Grey everything it all The stay same