| I be at the bottom of the ocean on the floor
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| I don’t float because I’m wearing too much gold around my throat
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| Look at me glow
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| Can’t even see out my eyes anymore
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| Hood up and I’m ready to go
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| Slicing my way
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| Bitch I’m icing my chain
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| Let it cool off because it just came out the flame
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| Insane is the claim and yeah chaos the click
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| Lay off my style bitch go lay in a ditch
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| Catch me a fuck boy and give him to Slick
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| He’s so used to this shit
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| Yeah he know a good spot
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| Right around 666 o’clock
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| Got another drop so I flock to the dock
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| Tie a fucking knot
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| Fly swatting
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| Got your body rotting in the fucking yacht
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| Got to mop up the slop to get of the smell because that’s what bring the cops
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| Spraying that Tommy all over your self
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| And now Slick keep on asking me how do you spell «Welcome to hell?»
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| I told him «Go kill yourself»
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| Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell
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| Yung Slenderman, get the cash when I can
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| Got a pint for the low and a bag of them xans
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| Lo-fi shawty, come and die for me
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| Shoot a mother fucker, I’m that Tommy gripping Tony
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| Yung Camcorder, I’ma internet explorer
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| Die for fun getting high off of torture
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| Switchblade Scrim, smoking on hemp
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| Every time I sold a bag you know that mother fucker skimp
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| Posted in the cut hoe
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| Smoke 100 blunts hoe
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| Very simple living, bitch
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| Give a fuck about getting rich
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| When I didn’t have plays you wasn’t on my dick
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| Now a player getting big you all on my shit
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| Mark of Satan, Triple 6
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| Getting dope sick when I don’t have drugs
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| Young white boy with one gold slug
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| Suicide dreams like Kurt Cobain
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| When I teach a lesson that Glock go bang
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| No serving a purpose
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| Get pussy for free when I know that you purchase
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| Bitch, I’m for certain
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| Murk a mother fucker now that’s closed curtains |