OTR Records, Gunplay Beats, yeah
Tuesday to Tuesday, OTR
Oh, yeah my motherfuckin' life
Hollywood undead
I go by the name of
Lefty Motherfuckin' Gunplay
Bitch and I can't get right
But I'm a rockstar tonight
I'm right here with the homies Hollywood undead
Famous gangbanger
It's Lefty Gunplay
OTR Bowling superstar bitch
Who you know fresher then that
Riddle me that
With the bulletproof vest
Kansas City pity hat
Bitch I'm up
Big step up
Whip the Maybach
Face task
I'm the one that's bring it back to gangland
Three bunnies with me, I'll predict the story tonight
Reminiscin' when I was younger, bitch, they stole my bike
Smokin' on Killa with a killa
Unloadin' my pistol, throwin' hollow tips out the window
Bitch, tell me, count my money on you, 50s in the rental
It's Hollywood undead, I'm 'bout to kill this instrumental
It's seventy thousand, what'd I pay for my dental?
I think I'm metallic and iron with Peggy Merrell
Smoking on some endo
Roll down my window
Hit that boy up
Webbed him up with a extendo
Hoe bounce on my face
I think my name was Draco
Lefty Gunplay this the OTR takeover
I'm a funny man
I'ma do this till I die
I've been searching for salvation
But it's so hard to find
Maybe I'm undead
But you been keeping me alive
Ain't no higher cost of living
Just the cost of living high
Ain't nobody ever gonna forget about me
Ain't nobody ever asking hey who's he
I'm the funny man and that's all I'll ever be
With Danny J, Dog, Johnny 3, and Charles P
You fuckin' haters, shit's sad, your chin's frail
Off the tracks with six rails, that fish scale
Funny man, that Latino mix smell
Ridin' slow on the low like a pimp snail
I'm the real, I'm more fuzzy than funny
And honestly that shit don't even really bug me
I got what you need, that's why they call me Drugs Bunny
And I love all of you more than you could ever love me
I've been cracked out, smacked out, and tracked out
Still grab a rose and pull a Mack out when they black out
Chill guy who can crash out, smash out
Take the trash out, show you what that 'bout
I ain't a gangster, don't ask me where my gun at
Fuck with me like a kid, I got some G's, come back and get ya
Snap like Kodak, get the picture
Run it up top, what's the issue?
Splash the shams, don't flash the blams
Turn the cypher into a crowd and clap your hands
Crash the plans, go ask your mans please
We the reason rappers need plan B's, to feed their families
Yeah, we lightin' rung reds, bump heads
Rockin' with the undead, yeah yeah
Oh enough said, microphone to rifles
All bad for rivals, nice with the shit
I only do it when my eyes closed
Everywhere I go, you become a part of me
And all the love you show is worth the blood I bleed
This is all I know (this is all I know)
What I was born to be
So take a 40 in the head
'Cause you're rocking with the best, every single one of us is undead
Undead
Undead
Undead
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