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tombstone (no hook) - fattmack lyrics

[intro]
fatt, fatt, fatt
i’m on the road (on the road)
tombstone, aye, fatt

[verse]
if i od today, could i wake up tomorrow? (tomorrow)
i did it myself, i ain’t have to bargain sh*t or borrow (borrow)
pimping in my blood, so how the h*ll i get my heart broke?
riding with this switchy police stop us, bro, i ain’t pulling over
grandma said you weren’t the one for me, and i should leave you ‘lone
but every time you leave my heart, girl, find an absence, pull me close
bae, we can’t be fighting, i’m tryna drive, i gotta fully on me
i find out that b*tch, was for the streets and left her on the road
two, three b*tches lеave the club with me, aftеr i do a show
b*tch, you know, i gave you everything, so how you do me wrong?
f*ck that dead b*tch, i take a sh*t up on his tombstone (tombstone)
i wish god, bring that n*gga back so we get ‘em gone, again
i went cartier for lens, wash the perky down with hen
wake up, do that sh*t again
if it’s war i’m callin’ out my man, like “let’s load up and spin” (yeah)
we shoot up the f*ckin’ hospital, if i find out he live
posted with a draco, up in clacko like this where i live
i love you to death, you try to set me up and get me k!lled
i don’t understand you anymore, i don’t know who you is?
twitching, moving, itching off these pills, i cannot be still
try to make it out with that p*ssy, and you still in mobile
i’m in la in the hills, talking to the label, “tell them if i sign, i need a mill’”
and that’s right out the gate, if this rap sh*t never blow, i still be thumbing through this pap (pap)
i’m so sorry, the time don’t tick up on this watch, that’s why i’m late (late)
told my mama that i got her, she “forever gonna be straight” (straight)
n*ggas say they want me dead, but i be outside everyday
wait, i know n*ggas faking, hating, i know gonna be a day they play
i throw this mic away, i’m so fed up, with y’all d*ck riding, like, d*mn, you n*ggas gay
i’m so fed up with my old b*tch, that’s why she got replaced
he got wet up with that old stick, we threw that’s b*tch away
when you die, boy, i’m gon’ finally have a smile up on my face
every time i don’t listen to my n*ggas, they be right (on, god), but i’m loving you, i f*ck with you
i need you for the night (on, god), you hit me and i don’t pick up, i’m gon’ reply (reply)
i can’t lie, i really tried, but i couldn’t put aside your lies (lies)
i stay high ‘cause that’s the only way, i know to ease my mind (mind)
one hand on the wheel, i clutch that glock and yawno while i ride
like, the more i live, the more that i feel dead all up inside
should’ve knew you couldn’t be trusted, like, i trust all of my guys
uh, cuffing season over, i got hoes in summertime
all these rappers from city, keep stealing my rhymes
taker her shopping, but this b*tch is not hoe, she just a vibe (vibe)
bro got dead opps in the mail, he said “that zaza come in friday”
it’s a presidential rollie, b*tch, my wrist look like joe biden
broke ass n*ggas got no money, know, they probably wanna slime me (slime)
anybody hurt the artist, all my n*ggas gonna be sliding (slide)
i’m somebody, either, first class or a private when i’m flying (fly, fly)

- fattmack lyrics

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