Lyrics Candles - Kold-Blooded

Candles

Hammer fit my trigger finger hangin' out the Escalade
Sixteen grams of bay my brother
Twenty-Eight grams of (?)
I’m bucking just like Bunsen drop it off before I split your brain
Rozzy (?) psychopathic mystic shit coming out the frame
I came from the underground with sounds to make you go insane
Slowly rising to the top and dropping shows y’all hoes gon' hate
I’m rising up out of the darkness the portrait of evil is all that you see in
my face
The murder I got on my mind about you is a fantasy where I cut you like a steak
Laws of power drawn and ordered on my plate
That I now about your family and I know there names
Off the wham god damn some fucked up bullshit that another say
Who run over for the over lord who rock like Boulder Cain
Ripping out my weapon as I’m stepping out the cloud of haze
The implement of my (?) go through your face and out your brain
Talking shit I would not recommend for you to do cause bitch its trigger finger
Instant drag em from the river
Trigger mane