[Verse 1: Trizz]
Look
I done felt the pain (okay)
Getting tired of it (yeah)
Dealing with niggas and bitches and that's why I'm blunted
(straight up)
I like seeing niggas suffer man and now I love it
Have a nigga set up and killed for like nine-hundred (oh-oh-ooh)
Pesos
I don't pay nothing, got a reputation (yeah)
Pick the homie up and let em know with no explanation
Money on your head
And we act without hesitation
Check his patience
Now his days are numbered like a cancer patient (fucking sick)
Killing and lacing the weed that I'm lacing
I'm fucked off this dragon I'm chasing
Yes I'm that fadеd
Mixed with this drink that I'm drinking man
Fuck is you thinking? (haha)
Stuffed you in the trash-bag
Stash it in my basеment
Next to my ex bitch that I'm blazing
She's dead, the body stinking (ugh)
Leave her stripped to fuck
I swear to god these bitches suck, on my nuts
They think that I'm insane, naw
I'm fucking nuts (straight up)
I get the fucking bust but trust me dawg, it's not enough
I'm satisfied by sticking knives and blades in they fucking guts
[Hook: Trizz]
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
Taking what I want, I don't know the meaning of pay for it (no)
Revenge is my favorite dish, every day I'm making it (I wanna play)
Put him into rinds, taken from my wife for doing freaking lines
Bad guy, since the age of five
Damn time flies (damn)
Never gave a fuck
Hitting licks, smoking blunts
Roll with the bullies in the school, take a nigga lunch (real shit)
Got a knife and the .20 tucked
Used to only pack a punch
Took yo bitch and yo gold
Now I think I'm King Tut (bling)
Cops at the door all the time, drove my mother nuts (alright)
Got yo ass whacked by the mob for a couple bucks
Criminal minded, the crime I'm behind it
Gave Trizz the body so the coppers wouldn't find it (yep)
Blood in the backset, plus I'm drunk driving
Now the popo wanna pull me over, perfect timing (fuck)
I hit the brake then the gas
Told Trizz to load the mag
It's gonna be a long night, we might need some more garbage bags
[Hook: Trizz]
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Look
I done felt the pain (okay)
Getting tired of it (yeah)
Dealing with niggas and bitches and that's why I'm blunted
(straight up)
I like seeing niggas suffer man and now I love it
Have a nigga set up and killed for like nine-hundred (oh-oh-ooh)
Pesos
I don't pay nothing, got a reputation (yeah)
Pick the homie up and let em know with no explanation
Money on your head
And we act without hesitation
Check his patience
Now his days are numbered like a cancer patient (fucking sick)
Killing and lacing the weed that I'm lacing
I'm fucked off this dragon I'm chasing
Yes I'm that fadеd
Mixed with this drink that I'm drinking man
Fuck is you thinking? (haha)
Stuffed you in the trash-bag
Stash it in my basеment
Next to my ex bitch that I'm blazing
She's dead, the body stinking (ugh)
Leave her stripped to fuck
I swear to god these bitches suck, on my nuts
They think that I'm insane, naw
I'm fucking nuts (straight up)
I get the fucking bust but trust me dawg, it's not enough
I'm satisfied by sticking knives and blades in they fucking guts
[Hook: Trizz]
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
Taking what I want, I don't know the meaning of pay for it (no)
Revenge is my favorite dish, every day I'm making it (I wanna play)
Put him into rinds, taken from my wife for doing freaking lines
Bad guy, since the age of five
Damn time flies (damn)
Never gave a fuck
Hitting licks, smoking blunts
Roll with the bullies in the school, take a nigga lunch (real shit)
Got a knife and the .20 tucked
Used to only pack a punch
Took yo bitch and yo gold
Now I think I'm King Tut (bling)
Cops at the door all the time, drove my mother nuts (alright)
Got yo ass whacked by the mob for a couple bucks
Criminal minded, the crime I'm behind it
Gave Trizz the body so the coppers wouldn't find it (yep)
Blood in the backset, plus I'm drunk driving
Now the popo wanna pull me over, perfect timing (fuck)
I hit the brake then the gas
Told Trizz to load the mag
It's gonna be a long night, we might need some more garbage bags
[Hook: Trizz]
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash-bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw)
Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst
The reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
( Trizz )
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