Bitch need a tic-tac
Sanity Dispatch
Give me a boost so my dick touch the roof
I empty my clip and reload then i shoot
At your mama and mans if they fuck with my crew
I need a doctor my mind is infected well fuck you
Cause ima just NyQuil My sickness
Ibuprofen in my codeine all night
You heard me right bitch i'm high like a kite

Fresh like a mint
All black ima Goth boy
Makeup running down got me lookin like a dead boy
They say my killing tendencies that shit be a defect
I tell them n***as finger on the trigger?
That's a reflex
Yall n***as dumb you can't fucks with my shit
Yea i spent all my money on drugs and im okay with it
Walk on yo block and my wrist shine like dang
I Pull out that forty and let that shit bang

Slap some gold on my wrist call it wrist-weight
Pop a n***a dead steal his timbs call it trade
Beat a n***a dead cold might need life alert
If i pull up on yo block i hope you kill me first

Bitch need a tic-tac
Sanity Dispatch
Give me a boost so my dick touch the roof
I empty my clip and reload then i shoot
Boost up the bass the ground shake make it move
Bitch! Bitch make it move
Boost up the bass the ground shake make it move