GOTTA GO

Gotta go
Gotta go
Gotta go
Gotta go

I just killed that bitch now I gotta go
Left the body in the trunk, no one can know
Ripped her face off, her jaw hanging low

Wanted all the smoke, call the fire department
Fireworks, with the RPG in the compartment
Blow ya head up, got to much in your mind
If I got that crazy look on me, that's a sign

What you gonna do
You can't do shit
Get too close get slash up right quick
Nah, I don't throw hands
32 to the skull, bury your ass in the sand

Gotta do this shit by myself
Cuz bitches don't step up
Get this bread by myself
Cuz the baker didn't cough up

Put you in a cell
No splinter
Blade to your neck
Get you screaming like a singer
I don't fuck with other bitches cuz that shit fucking distracting
Adding shit to your mix, I just be subtracting

Bitches kneel down when I get up on the scene
Be careful with the lyrics shit might get too obscene
I don't play around cuz I gotta make the green
Might run up on your shit I'm a fiend