souf laurent - wantmedead

Uh huh, Yeah, Uh
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Uh huh
I been havin bad dreams, wake me up in my bag
Yeah
Save my demon from goin' out sad
Give lil' bro the shit that I ain't ever had, Yeah
Ain't no sad song
I'm gon' turn up, with these racks bruh
I ain't picking up fuck a hoe mad for
I can't stop what had started, just stand out
Mix it up, yeah ride with some bands out
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ride with that stick tucked
Hit some, fosho I get money go get some
Spent it all and some more, and then still some
We ain't going for none cept' that income
Some retarded money enabled the disabled racks, now shawty too down for the team
Like I go to sleep every time with that bag
They see me up fifty, spent forty on tags
Take me away from this place, give me a minute to think
Baby I'm deep in these drugs, seeing so strong but it show me a new way to be
Yeah, Yeah
See me again with that cup cause I love it
And he dead here, cause I stuck him
Upping, fifty-five K on a duffel
Big sticks, make some shake out the muscle
Make some shake gotta hustle, night shift, spark it up smoke me a couple
They run up, what we gon' do to his brothers
She for the gang, cannot trust her, oh
I'm calling the drake for today I ain't trust his ass with it, last time he had missed
Don't get me wrong I got shooters who hit
But when I get my hands on that cut it's a glitch yeah-uh
They sayin the whip look familiar, it's probably the same one that slutted ya' bitch
Just another hoe up on the list, I do it better than them doin' all type of shit
Stop, you so capped out
You ain't doing these drugs, you ain't stay with no sticks, ship no packs out
Familiar get hit with that blick, left him ass out
Stay with some killers, gon' rash out
Push me over the edge to see what I've seen
Said she want me dead I can't tell what she mean

Written by:
Ford Hamilton

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