THIRD DEGREE ft. Veni Lyrics

I got ten fuckin' bitches and they all talkin' to me

I been ridin' wit a choppa 'lil bitch I bring that heat (Bring that heat)

Burnin' fuckin' bodies ima kill 'em third degree

You ain't friend you a fiend ima pop a fuckin' bean

All the slits on my wrist remind me of why I'm alive

Only time I pray to God is when I pray to fucking die

Every day that I wake up, got the Devil on my side

Feeling all your love but life is just a lie

I got ten fuckin' bitches and they all talkin' to me

I been ridin' wit a choppa 'lil bitch I bring that heat (Bring that heat)

Burnin' fuckin' bodies ima kill 'em third degree

You ain't friend you a fiend ima pop a fuckin' bean

Third degree I bleed for free

That bitch done cut me deep

I been in need of breaking free

I lose my nights of sleep

They come in threes three knives for me

They plunge them in deep

I fucking hate the rolls but the hills just to steep

Hills too steep for a motherfucker soul

I don't think you understand the gravity I pull

Hills too steep for a motherfucker soul

I don't think you understand the gravity I pull

Guns and smokes

Bloody nose

I'm drifting with the reaper

I keep it low, go comatose

Bodies piling steeper

Guns in rows, stop the show

Smoking under bleachers

Then I pull 'em down below

Like the way I stole the feature

I got ten fuckin' bitches and they all talkin' to me

I been ridin' wit a choppa 'lil bitch I bring that heat (Bring that heat)

Burnin' fuckin' bodies ima kill 'em third degree

You ain't friend you a fiend ima pop a fuckin' bean