[Verse 1: Karri Mondela]
I can't think, I can't sleep, bitch I'm off the fucking deep
Smoking weed and sipping lean, I roll a blunt then pour my tea
Bloody seats, them bloody sheets, on my face the mark of beast
Triple six, yeah talking three's, in the night I kill the weak
Felt like it was last week, smoking like the seventies
Rolling seven deep, in the Chevy 73, laid back melody
She down for a felony, she hold my metal piece
I let the trigger squeeze, wipe the prints off with some bleach
She afraid of rolling clean, I keep it mеan, we at the green
She do thе most, I do the least
If you love me get on your knees, suck my dick till you can't breathe
I'll fuck you good and then I'll leave
Cause I gotta flip these keys, she's mine to keep and shit is deep

[Verse 2: 9MM.E]
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