[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)
