Smells of a Rotting Corpse

800 horse on my blacked out GTR
Ain’t no keys to the whip we just hop in push to start
Little bitches acting stupid like y’all don’t know who we are
Bitch we blowing off the charts while y’all niggas stuck in park
Flexing like I lift
Yo bitch wet when I drift
Ain’t fuckin wit no snitch
69 bodies R.I.P
Left to rest in piss
Your flow is counterfeit
All your fuckin mumbling sound like y’all sucking dick
Riding with my semi-automatic in traffic
A fuckin fully loaded Mini Van with a bunch of my savages
Pulling over on the freeway show these fuck boys what’s happening
Bullets flying fast as sonic fuck em up then be back again
Blades, drugs, pussies always seem to run the fucken game
All you bitches sound the same
Clout demons on a chase
Put a 9 to your face, a familiar disgrace
I’m lovin all the fucken blood I can taste
Run the game till you take our lives
Not the same I hope you realize
We keep on making music so that you can feel alive
UAV is in yo chest, we always deep inside
Sometimes you’re feelin all alone
Pain and suffering the never endin tone
Many things that’s in this life is left unknown
Can only hold back what you can’t condone