Yung Festo - Pesticides & Homicide

Grah
Leave if you're not high cause I'm never sober
But when you finally cop an eighth I'll allow you to come over
We can smoke inside a foreign car, a Mclaren, or a Rover
But my sisters car is in need of some weed fumes for the motor, yeah
Trapping off these penjamins, I'm very fried, and I'm very high every single night
And I'm Making bank
Buy some fucking ice
Bodies and much vice
Don't use no old spice
I don't wear a sheist
I'm not antichrist
I don't eat white rice
You will pay the price
I don't fantasize
I like pesticides
And homicide
They say "Yo, Yung Festo, what can I get for a piece of change?"
I said one hit of my blunt he took that shit and walked away
I didn't chase that dude I knew he was a fiend when I saw his face
Little does he know that blunt I gave him motherfucking laced
Pesticides & Homicides
I hate my life
And I wanna die
I like suicide
I don't wanna shine
I don't want a prize
I don't want spotlight
Take me over to the river
I'm not talking about Yander
Why you think I would be cool with him when he likes to slander
Pesticides & Homicide
Pesticides & Homicide
Pesticides & Homicide
I like Pesticides & Homicide
Yeah that's true right
Grah
Leave if you're not high cause I'm never sober
But when you finally cop an eighth I'll allow you to come over
We can smoke inside a foreign car, a Mclaren, or a Rover
But my sisters car is in need of some weed fumes for the motor, yeah
Trapping off these penjamins I'm very fried
and I'm very high every single night
And I'm Making bank
Buy some fucking ice
Bodies and much vice
Don't use no old spice
I don't wear a sheist
I'm not antichrist
I don't eat white rice
You will pay the price
I don't fantasize
I like pesticides
And homicide
I bought a new choppa and that shit came straight from France
Nobody ever thought I would do it, not even my mans
Yes, I killed somebody, I admit that I made someone dead
Are you stupid, no, I didn't kill nobody, you is sped (gah)
Tweaking, chilling, with Kevin and Vishy
We like drink Hennessy and smoking weed and popping pillies
Running out of time
I wanna be high
When I die
You feel me
Until then I hope you know I carry several choppas with me (yuh)
Grah
Leave if you're not high cause I'm never sober
But when you finally cop an eighth I'll allow you to come over
We can smoke inside a foreign car, a Mclaren, or a Rover
But my sister's car is in need of some weed fumes for the motor, yeah
Trapping off these penjamins I'm very fried
and I'm very high every single night
And I'm Making bank
Buy some fucking ice
Bodies and much vice
Don't use no old spice
I don't wear a sheist
I'm not antichrist
I don't eat white rice
You will pay the price
I don't fantasize
I like pesticides
And homicide

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Yung Festo

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