Gutting Catfish (Explicit)

it's the grey player

i'm a dame slayer

playing games hoes stealing all my layers

f**k a hater ima blame it on the navigator

never getting paper

but i got a pair of boots that was made from alligator

f**k boy see you later keep your mouth shut

i don't f**k with traitors that'll make ya dead

in this world gotta find the flavor

cherry marmalade B***h i spread it on my bread like a baker

bitch i'm f**kin sunk like an anchor

let me sink down i don't need a life saver

bitch i made a f**king promise with the devil that i’d trade my f**king soul so i settle with the motherf**king razor

walk into the mind of a $uicide god

chalk drawn lines with a body in sight

ride with the blade or the mac or the gauge

lil gauge in the back made the blunt rotate

no f**king role model i die before 40

got xans on me now i pop more in the morning

bitches be snapping they tits but it's boring

rather the hydrocodeine when i'm pouring

that codeine too weak for a fiend with a tolerance

strip her down f**k her once then gonna rob a bitch

laying my eyes and my heart don't feel nothing

my f**king drug use never up for discussion

forever ever pour that yellow yellow

tombstone header reading triple 6 and that's forever ever