sleeper - gone449 lyrics
[verse]
b*tch, i’m booted off these thirties
got your b*tch, she moving flirty, i might shoot like stephen curry
i told that b*tch come through and f*ck, big ass fn, keep it tucked
i might shoot right at his belly, make him puke his f*cking lungs
true religion on my jeans, bb simon for the belt
i’m just chilling with some demons, doing witchcraft down in h*ll
b*tch, i’m smoking on this gas, i’m smoking loud, just heard the smell
b*tch, i’m booted off these drugs, look at my face, why can’t you tell?
b*tch, i’m off this f*cking perc, i just geek, i just fiend
she like please get off the drugs, b*tch, what the f*ck do you mean?
i might slide right on his block and shoot him twice to see him bleed
got the stuck whеn i’m in traffic, i just swerve that gle
man, i’m feeling like i’m futurе, i see codeine when i pee
that b*tch told me that she love me, i just left her ass on seen
i been drinking all this blood, i see red when i lean
like oh, oh, i walk in with poles, treat that boy just like he rudolph
put a red dot on his nose, like oh no, designer on my clothes
i’m really smoking all my opps, i done shot down all my foes
true religion on the tee, i got the rickies on my toes
mister walk down with a stick, i might shoot right through the coat
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