CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : SIX BELOW
(Mission beats)
Always on my mind
Demons on my shoulders, and I just inhaled a blue one
All y'all need to stop rappin' 'bout sh*t you ain't doin'
I keep my friends close, but that pole closer
Tuck it in my belt, I got a Louis V holster
Mula!
I got cocaine, I got heroin (Work)
I got pounds of gas, them sh*ts is neon (Work)
I'm poppin' acid tabs, I'm seein' crayons (Work)
I'm in the drop top, with no tee on (Skrr)
Titty f**k, boobie trapped, number scraped, pistol dirty
I don't speak to pigs, my attorney do my talkin' for me
All aboard the train of thought, this a f**kin' hijack
I'll gut you like a buck, and never lose eye contact
Nickel .45, can't tuck it in my boot (Blaow)
Rusty in the shoot (Blaow)
Have you running up the stoop (Blaow)
Sixteen shot Glock coming in the coupe (Blaow)
Now you clean your gunshot wounds with a hundred proof
Breakin' down a P of that verde understand
Wouldn't feel what I'm sayin' if I wrote it in braille
You a livin' lie, I can't relate lil b*t*h
Go Sleeze, tell em' what's up I gotta charge this ankle monitor real quick
I'm the demon, the trigger squeeze, you n***as bleed (Mula)
b*t*h I'm Sleezy, get fettuccini'ed, in Lamborghini (Skrr)
In a shootout, with you n***as, I catch you peeing (Blaow)
Open casket, I'm dumpin' ashes, I'm so greasy (Mula)
Always on my mind
Demons on my shoulders, and I just inhaled a blue one
All y'all need to stop rappin' 'bout sh*t you ain't doin'
I keep my friends close, but that pole closer
Tuck it in my belt, I got a Louis V holster
Mula!
I got cocaine, I got heroin (Work)
I got pounds of gas, them sh*ts is neon (Work)
I'm poppin' acid tabs, I'm seein' crayons (Work)
I'm in the drop top, with no tee on (Skrr)
Titty f**k, boobie trapped, number scraped, pistol dirty
I don't speak to pigs, my attorney do my talkin' for me
All aboard the train of thought, this a f**kin' hijack
I'll gut you like a buck, and never lose eye contact
Nickel .45, can't tuck it in my boot (Blaow)
Rusty in the shoot (Blaow)
Have you running up the stoop (Blaow)
Sixteen shot Glock coming in the coupe (Blaow)
Now you clean your gunshot wounds with a hundred proof
Breakin' down a P of that verde understand
Wouldn't feel what I'm sayin' if I wrote it in braille
You a livin' lie, I can't relate lil b*t*h
Go Sleeze, tell em' what's up I gotta charge this ankle monitor real quick
I'm the demon, the trigger squeeze, you n***as bleed (Mula)
b*t*h I'm Sleezy, get fettuccini'ed, in Lamborghini (Skrr)
In a shootout, with you n***as, I catch you peeing (Blaow)
Open casket, I'm dumpin' ashes, I'm so greasy (Mula)
