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6FEETDEEP, don't fuck with us
My guns they don't ever rust
And bitch if I ain't strapped
Then Imma hand out these uppercuts

Americana trailer trash
Serial killer, I'm in your backseat
Strangle me a motherfucka
Stab him up and leave him nasty

Acid bath, attack a hoe
Come back to the crime scene, stab some more
I'm a bodybag feelin 'bout the action bro
Put a bitch on the slab, make tackles on a bag of blow

Grab a phone, and from the store
We hit the road
Ride off in the night
The windows down and I'm gone mane

Tennessee I was born and raised
Playa all throughout my day
6FEETDEEP. You wanna risk?
We on the go, that scope aimed at your face

The bloody paper chase don't stop
The blood trail leads you
To a pot of bodies of these bitches
Hating on my clique

You smell the rotten stench
Yeah I dropped 'em in the ditch
Blood all on my hands and wrists
Stuck this knife deep in his ribs

And leave him drenched
It don't make sense
Bitch, I'm bulletproof, invincible
The way I be so ready to kill is so damn inexplicable

It's all about the principle
It's all about my fuckin' set
And if you bitches don't come correct
Then we gon' have to slice your necks

Miss me with that disrespect
That hit me with all the respect
I'm off that white and black
My weight, we takin' on

You should know that, motherfucker