FESTER, ROT & GROW

[Intro]
Hahahaha
27 through 11, barely heard a break up
Homie, stop, go, cap the most
Nigga, listen to my flow
Bring a parade on your ass
Hollow dishes in the dance
Chasing masses on my face
You don't make me doubt your worth

[Verse]
I let my ass up
Bitch, I like blood on my cuffs
Selling me off, up
Speaking your lies
We just hunting the web in the sauce
What I think is your loss, up
I hear you speaking around
And you popping that money
And losing it, son, son
Don't have any mind when I'm cutting you off
Bitch, I'm a boy, son
Really, really, tell myself
Gun on my head
You cannot chase me
My armor is torn on the grip
Living, you said
That's what my dick
Thinking about you is making me sick
Fuck out the cap
Biscuit and bucket, we bеat up the bitch
Cause I crack out the sink
Chеcking money, I'm tired of that body
I'm drifting away from the bed
Move your face, fuck
Rock your bitch and told her, get her gay, uh
Stunned by fucking kicks
And tried my shit to get my lace, uh
Tagging me, busting the bite
And I'm summing this up
Spirits that kill all the way
I'm going insane
Hopped out the whip and I started a bang
Keeping it back in the thang
Everybody make me sick, uh
No time for the shit, uh
No time like I've been around this
But I've been around hits cause it make me rich
Deep in the ocean is where you will go
No one can see you but I got a flow
Keeping it back in the back of the show
Buck up your pants and I'll take all the dough

[Outro]
Hahahaha
27 to 11, Mary, I heard a break on hoes
Top of the coast, captain most of the niggas listen to my flow
Make a parade on your ass, hollering
To the next best tattoo