RestInPiss Lyrics

It's Blitzy , baby

Look

Dam Spancy

if we talkin' years, then I'm 2-0 up on them drums

Ten years after that, I'm still right where I begun

Twenty years from now, I might look at it like I'm done

Maybe then give you a chance to claim you better than I was

Sixteen years ago, sat in that cell a bunch of months

Sixty be exact, all day and night ain't nothin' fun

I came back like gotta run , I hit Florida for the sun

I can't fuck with any bums, you see I work for what I want

Kids had silver spoons, why they still off in the womb

My homie came to sweep shit up, but he ain't bring a broom

Mask on, hoodies up, like this pistol might seem new

But the way that it's been used, still sold off after like it's cool

I don't know a thing, just don't sing

You get back with Jake , really be the same

Don't know my name, the one he had was fake

Dead the math, ditch the strap, hed somewhere in back

The state

A thotty, crib 2 badass, kids and all the

Pots, got scratches, scrapes, you ain't never weigh no weight

You ain't never lay-in' weight

God took out my opps of natural causes, want me play it safe

It's up with me, won't get you my first chance, know I'ma save the date

Ironically, he cut some hair, I was tryna blade his face

Real and , I just hate the fake, fuck it, let me take a break

Dabs before I wake and bitch, she ride me like a great escape

Ass around its nuttin', held my town down like a paperweight

Slangin' bass in traffic with two letters out, that's A and K

Convicted felon, I ain't got no permit for this pistol

Keep runnin' off your lips it be the first thing that I whistle

I hit bro like brand new opp, and he couldn't wait to get you

Ghost glizzy with a swizzy, let it go, no it won't miss you

Had you followed from your home first night, I got that chrome

Bloody, said on stone, man, just let me hit his dome

I had to tell him no, I was too fucked about the hoe

On top of that, he know my lo ,but once we move, that shit's a go

Call me on the phone, check my tone, leave that bitch alone

I was poppin' Percocets, but had to leave them shits alone

This bitch must be a pro, the way that she don't leave this dick alone

Said, pull up whenever, daddy, just don't leave that dick at home

You got it, mama, tell your baby father, just don't start no drama

Fuck a beast, I be with the peace, like a Dalai Lama

Keep it G, I be with the heat, like we in Bahamas

Molly Rock 'em fold his bitch ass up just like a Polly Pocket

Matter what they try to say or do, that they cannot stop it

Trapping ain't work out for me too, then I'll probably drop it

That's how this shit go where we from, it ain't no other option

Run around this bitch fully top-loaded, I don't gotta cock it

Playing with that backdoor, come inside, know you gotta lock it

Shit on my hip, poke out my shirt, just like Dolly Parton

Say that your whole team full of goons, but they probably harmless

How you wanna smoke and die from causes, boy, you look retarded

Old man want smoke, might have a stroke