TWENTYTHREE, Saliva Grey and 99ZED - MIND ROT

(Boy with the, boy with the, boy with the)
Boy I'm sliding with the fire I put that piece up to ya eye
Hoe don't blink or you gon die, finna hawk 'em man I'm fly
Why you fussin' you ducking I got that russian wet yo' mind
Severed ties, all my life, ain't a thang to cut 'em off I

Tell 'em bye bye, feel like timberlake I get the pack in time-time
When she talking when she talking I hear blah blah
Get the pump and get to dumping on yo' mada
I ain't fronting, get yo funds up for that zaza

Pop pop on a mothefucka'
Chop chop, this stick, gon put 'em under
I don't talk no more, ain't gon get my number
Bop bop, like it, find me in the sewer

Shoot a movie put d in her monkey luffy
I ain't lubing I shoot at her face she blew me
Yo man walking in look at me he like who he?
Double kap I had that bitch on two knees

(Late up on the pay)
L-l-la-late up on the payment 99 finna fuck him up
Slip up out the wide body hit him with the uppercut
I get back to the stolo 99 roll a solo dutch
762 round my neck with the boulder nuts

Step aside I got no time for them crackas
I've been trying to cleanse my mind you need to back up
I'ma grab the pistol cock it back and I'ma make ya bones shatter
Dig into the dirt while 99 covered in bone matter

Pulling my mask up and exhaling smoke
Turning my phone off got no time for hoes
Cruise down the strip while I grip on my pole
I got 1 in head now my blood running cold
Got the baby g's up on my feet when I be walkin out
Funny how nobody fucked with us but they be flockin' now
Cut the chitter chatter 'cause I ain't got none to talk about
Now I got everybody standing by when I be dropping now

Raised from the bottom out the dirt in the same hearse
Hang, dead weight, if I shoot for the face first
Grey world walker, I'm praying this aim works
Wait, no names, heavy headed I remain worse
Hollow in the walls with a name for the ghosts
Same body on the floor, let it sway on a rope
Now they wanna talk, empty grave for the profound
Stay low waiting with a head full of foes

Hold .45 to it, balotelli with a treble
Wrote you on a shirt a shallow bullet in your temple
Posted in sion, take a soul and assemble
Like inter 2010 I'm in milan with the metal
Really change ways, see I vacay where pain goes
I'm out no breaks in the flats, as rain falls
I hold this weight on my back and ain't fold
Yellow tape, keys and a glock it's case closed

Written by:
Twentythree

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