In The Trunk

Yeah, run
Death Plus the one
Gonna take your fucking life with the mask and the gun
Aye, pull up to the function, yuh, we gonna have some fun
I got Mr. Sisco with me, we kill 'em and then we done
Yuh, back to the house, yeah, we smokin' OG, on me
I be high as hell, fuck the police
So sweet, these pussies talkin' but ain’t gonna do shit
Get my clip so blessed and my bullets so holy
Ya know me
Welcome to the mind of a killa
Crazy, psychopathic, dark, cold-hearted nigga
Better watch yo words 'fore a nigga cut your liver
Choppin' off his head, his whole body I deliver
My vision is so grim, but your light is very dim
I’m more shadier than Slim
Up the Glock, let’s begin
Teach a lesson, nigga stressin', tryna keep up his depression
Kill yourself, if you testin' I’ma send him to the reverend
My Glock hold all of my blessings
Trust me, bitch, I’m never stressin'
Listen close, get the message, I ain’t playin', fuck yo session
Count your blessings, I got seventeen bullets and they shiny, too
Hollow-tip bullets and they blowin' like a fucking flute
Bitch, it is a fluke if you get the upper hand
Fool, better take yo shot 'cause I’m coming back to slaughter you
Bitch, I am an animal, a cold-blooded cannibal
Bitches call me Hannibal
I up a Glock and damage you, bitch
If you see me, better duck
Don’t give a fuck
Lil bitch, I do what the fuck I must
Yuh, I gets bucked, yuh
I gets bucks
Got money, got drugs, got a body in the trunk, yuh
If you see me, better duck
Don’t give a fuck
Lil bitch, I do what the fuck I must
Yuh, I gets bucked, yuh
I gets bucks
Got money, got drugs, got a body in the trunk, yuh