HeatherGrey

Verse 1
Dead like im Paul Bearer
Gonna need some Pall-bearer's
Fucking with my team thats more then a small Arab
You're irrelevant
Ain't slanging if you telling it
I ain't smoking if you selling it
Ain't bagning bitch you celibate
I'm buying tartar tees
All the water in the seas
Hoes stick like a disease
Got bitches on their knees i got assss cheeks
On my grey tee, all these girls keep grinding on me
Crawling to my grave every night of the week
The cold dead air when i'm lurking by the creek
Jumping at the grave and i'm feeling like death
Smelling like cigarettes put the rare poison in my chest
Mamma tripping cause her baby boy glitchin
Her daddy trippin cause daddy's little girl is missing
My clothes great, but my lungs black
Four wheelers with the shotgun on the rack
Pure white trash bury me by the liquor store
My girls in all black dressed for my funeral
On that old dirt road, rolling with my shawty
In the two forty roof open bumin orgy
Jesus take the wheel cause i can't feel multitasking fuck a bitch While i write my will

Chorus
Got roses on my grave, got butts in the tray, got the same ass Clothes, got the same ass blade
No blood in my veins, can't feel pain Heather Grey everything it all The stay same

Got roses on my grave, got butts in the tray, got the same ass Clothes, got the same ass blade
No blood in my veins, can't feel pain Heather Grey everything it all The stay same