Rigor Mortis

BITCH THIS DONT MEAN SHIT TO ME

SINK ME DOWN IN SICILY

ID RATHER POP AMPHETAMINES

AND POUR UP ON THAT MESSY DRANK

PUT ME DOWN IN HISTORY

LEANING LIKE THE TOWER BE

I RUN IT TILL YOU MENTION ME

AND PUT EM OUT THEY MISERY

TAKING SOME TIME TO SAY

WHAT THEY MAY

(I CANT HEAR EM THO)

RIDING ROUND REAL LATE

TRYNA ESCAPE

(I CANT EVEN GO)

FUCK WHAT THE DEAL TAKE

IMA MAKE

(YOU DONT EVEN KNOW)

I NEED THAT SEAL BREAK

BY THE CASE

(CHETTA WANT SOME MORE)

IS IT MY TIME

OFF IN MY PRIME

WAITING ON MINE

GIVE ME A GLIMPSE AND IM FINE

SMOKING ON KIND FEELINGS ASIDE

FEEL LIKE IM READY TO RIDE

READY TO DIE

FUCK ALL THAT HATING IM FINE

FUCK ALL THAT WAITING IM TRYING

TAKING A SIGN

SCRAPPING THE PLATE TRYNA DINE

SHAVING THE LINE

RUN ME THAT SAFE AND IM FINE

PULL UP WITH WEIGHT IN THEM TIRES

SLAY WITH THAT IRON

BOOLING OUT WAITING TO SHINE

SIPPING THE SODA LIKE WINE

FEELING DIVINE

NEED LIKE AN EIGHT IN THAT LIME

I AINT WITH WAITING IN LINE

RAISING THE CRIME

EVERY TIME I BE OUTSIDE

NEVER THE TYPE TRYNA HIDE

BABY IM FINE