Kill White T...

[Intro]
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Yeah, amateurs and vets (Hey hey, hey hey)
Step up and place your bets (Hey hey, hey hey)
Life is on the line (Hey hey, hey hey)
Trifling all the time too, how they do (Hey hey, hey hey)
I got something for them baby, I'ma bet it all (Hey hey, hey hey)

[Verse 1]
The king of spades laid across the green felt
The ace of spades was the next card gon' be dealt
I had that black queen under my thumb
Looking at the dealer like the time had finally come
I slid across all my chips and
Kissed my queen across her glossy lips when I
Seen a officer getting his pistol gripped and I said
"Fuck that shit" man this is it, see they
Always gotta take a nigga life, his rices, hopes
Vices, the coke, books, pistols, and his dough
And some more shit, shit I can't even quote
But I'm gettin' out the heat and tellin' 'em nope

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey

[Chorus]
In the groove
I'm in the groove
In the groove
I'm in the groove
In the jam
I'm in the jam
In the jam
I'm in the jam

[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm in the jam where all my folks go
Where the dogs blow money at the bitches, hoes
That every fuckin' thing will turn up roses
And the big bright flag heeds all our poses
I believe in my TV and buy cake with my rent and
Party all nasty like it don't make sense
I'm in the groove where all my folks move
Where the cars get you pussy and the liquor smooth
And if you be a little different than us it's funny
And you can even play yourself if it's for some money
Now you hate bitches but you love money
And if you ain't convinced than I can go get my gunny
I'm on that trend where all my folks in
Where the niggas hate love and pray for sin
And if you want satisfaction be a star and spend
And all the babies on the street puttin' it all into action, it's
Midnight sharp like the clothes on a pimp
You gotta kick it like it don't make sense
I'm on that high where all my folks fly, where the
Crowd will make you sky if you just get rich or die
Never let 'em see you smile or try or cry,
And the chain in the video, that's paradise
And I believe in my labels, and in my mirror's a prince
And I'm so conceited but unconvinced
I'm on that spot where all my folks drop
Tryna grind and shine and climb on top
Juggs and licks to strike it rich but really not
Just like spinners lookin' like we going when we really stopped
Ah, man I pops that gun that all my folks run
Shoot for the stars to get us some
That eternal heart dance beat never done, taking
Hella chance under the moon and sun, twenty one!

[Outro: Lightnin' Rod]
*Gunshots*
I dropped and spun, firing two rounds from my gun
While spoon covered Grit with his shit
This caught the greys by surprise
And I put two slugs 'twixt they eyes
Then we used Grit's body to split