FRONT PORCH (GRAVEYARD VERSION)

[Chorus: Cocaine Krueger]
They are full of bodies, this shit is my graveyard
You see this nine in yo face, who you trynna play hard?
They-they are full of bodies, this shit is my graveyard
You see this nine in yo face, who you trynna play hard?
They-they are full of bodies, this shit is my graveyard
You see this nine in yo face, who you trynna play hard?
They-they are full of bodies, this shit is my graveyard
You see this nine in yo face, who you trynna play hard?

[Verse: Cocaine Krueger]
Cool up and cool off
Imma pop my damn yacht
Put ‘em on the sidewalk
Got ‘em outlined in chalk
Mane these bullets smack yo back
Now yo ah can’t even walk
Needa think twice, long and hard for yo ass
Stop the talk
They are full of bodiеs, this shit is my graveyard
You see this nine in yo face, who you trynna play hard?
I'm grippin’ on my ninе, satanic thoughts got me trippin’
So I click and hold this [?]
Dont have no hopes the triggers rolled up
In the store, finna blow yo head up all on the floor
What’s on yo mind, it's not [?]
I ain’t thinkin nothin of it
Ain’t no second thought I shoot first, ask questions later
Imma hog tie this wimp
Shoot up some fuckin' hay
Take his head clean off, watch it splatter on the mattress
All my guns got switches, automatic
They be shootin’ rapid
I guess it's so dope trynna [?]
Trippin on dope while my soul stays wasted
[?]
Evil all in me and I cannot change