[chopped and screwed] [slowed down] [Intro] (Distorted, slowed down sample) Memphis... Got a shotgun, hangin' out the window, And when it's time I'm constantly bustin' at my jealous kinfolk.[x3] [Verse 1] It's kinda unfortunate though, they got me mad into the game Cause when you stumble don't make a move, Don't set to rinse say what'cha going to do If it snags, then I bet'cha that it's me too. No lookin' back, danger lurks and it hurts Keep a grind anyway I can, to the night I die stay high, Got a fat lump swellin' from my right thigh. Then I turn it in, seven grand in my pocket flat Then it's downtown cruising from the po-pos where I'm never found. [PreChorus] Got a shotgun, hangin' out the window, And when it's time I'm constantly bustin' at my jealous kinfolk. [x3] [Chorus] Got it right into the garage Finna evade this motherf*cka 'fore I give it up Got a Lexus, and it travels so smooth. Your ass shouldn'ta halted at the red light Open up the door, f*ck the kids, shoot the dad slay the mommy Smack you buck up bitch and get yo self out. [Verse 2] Gradually I approach, to the car, Wid the gold looted from the white folks, Chevy thang wid green oxy trevols ignite it wid the vogues. Two fifteens, thumping in my trunk... I'm a thief so let me count my green, It's a shortage, no doubt, no rocks, on my block, spray the cops. From the velocity I be ventin' never seen, Did you spot me?, hocus pocus in the dust Makin' sure I got another magazine for my gat when I rat-tat. [Bridge] (Heavy bass drop / Lo-fi filter) Got a shotgun, hangin' out the window, And when it's time I'm constantly bustin' at my jealous kinfolk.[x3] Before I hit the trail get my back pack Seein' what's up by the jolt, Grippin' on my pistol, lookin' down my block. How in the f*ck can I lose? Seven Jason disguises wid the buckshots and the anna cannons Creepin' up from out the shadows I gotta get'cha fool. [Verse 3] just in back get my gat plus my back pack A quarter after eleven it's almost that time for the leprechaun to creep. Gimme love, bandits steady creepin' to the east Peepin' robbin' chiefin' daily life of a thug, Cause the muggin' clan is goin' to the top man. Everyone gotta put a hold on they tape Told you I was gonna slither, so here it is God damn Two thousand twenty six wid the solo. [Outro] Got a shotgun, hangin' out the window, And when it's time I'm constantly bustin' at my jealous kinfolk.[x3] No longer hiding from the scene Welcome to the match so glad that you came Jealous bustas reside, what the hell, it is me finally. Got a big clip wid a Jason mask, Hard skull, wig split. (Fades out with heavy static and phonetic backmasking)

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