Arranger: QST
Blood blood blood!
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid shit, monkey bitches make me clic
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid shit, monkey bitches make me clic
Boy, I got the uzi tool
Boy, I got the uzi tool
Boy, I got the uzi tool
Boy, I got the uzi, uzi
Boy, I got the uzi tool
Boy, I got the uzi tool
Boy, I got the uzi tool
Taking place
Boy, I got the uzi, uzi
Laying on the rollin'
Do some vlog
Dressed in black, I creep out on the track like shadows
In the dark, just to drain ’em
Cover fire
Boy, I got the uzi tool
I need a rumor
Boy, I got the uzi tool
You're a school shooter
Boy, I got the uzi tool
A problematic desire
Boy, I got the uzi, uzi
I'm just a gun with the hire
Pop your skull and tires
I want your feeling
And everything in your fiber
Uh!uhuh!uh!
Munchin', popping on bubblegum
Yah I feel you on my tongue
Lick across the clip of my gun
Am I am I in love
Or Am I off the d-rugs
Your girl say I f**k like a thug
She wants kisses over blunts
Let the chains hit her face
Gunshots feel like a blade
Swerve the car make me race
Suicides in my state
Snipers chill with berets
Push you off the edge
Don't get lost
Yeah
You konw the cost
Yeah
I hold my 'cross
Yeah
I'm such a loss
Yeah
Just cut me off
Yeah
I've had enough
Yeah
I'm outta luck
Yeah
I wanna run
Yeah
Time is fading away
There's no escape
I will run
Feel the air
Feel the tension that lies beneath
Hold your tounge
Don't you cry
Just listen to me
You know my touch
And you want it so vigorously
Your hips don't lie
Come inside
And follow my lead
Yeah you work it
Girl you work it
I konw you're burning
I see the urges