Grayscale - lockjaw

She getting that lockjaw
Wake up this morning I’m fucking 
I’m getting my rocks off
How the fuck else am I supposed to just 

Go through this life without none of these drugs
Ion even smoke but I got me a pretty lil bitch who gone roll up a blunt
Wearing all red this is bloody Dior
Beretta make sure he stay in the morgue

Versace my hip cost what you make a month
I cannot front
My shooter a dumbass
He’ll pop a president just to get jays on the run

Bank account look like a phone number
And to this day it ain’t never enough
He act like a bitch
Its that time of month
I gotta bitch that I’m fucking for fun
She screaming she love me

She getting that lockjaw
Wake up this morning I’m fucking 
I’m getting my rocks off
How the fuck else am I supposed to just
Go through this life without none of these drugs
Ion even smoke but I got me a pretty lil bitch who gone roll up a blunt
Wearing all red this is bloody Dior
Beretta make sure he stay in the morgue

Baby been knowing that I’m 1 of 1
Look at my commas I’m stacking my funds
Broke up on a text we fuck over lunch
I cannot lie ‘bout the shit that I’ve done
I know it seem scary but trust me you good
Know it seem scary but trust me you fine
Drop top baby
My bitch is a dime
She wanna fuck
Get in that line
I can tell be the way that he look
That he lying
Feel like Prometheus

Clutching this fire
Imma count money
The day that I’m dying
Imma count money the day that I

She getting that lockjaw
Wake up this morning I’m fucking
I’m getting my rocks off
How the fuck else am I supposed to just
Go through this life without none of these drugs
Ion even smoke but I got me a pretty lil bitch who gone roll up a blunt
Wearing all red this is bloody Dior
Beretta make sure he stay in the morgue

Written by:
Grayscale

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