x black smurf its about a 6 hour drive
Welcome to my carnival!
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
Ate some pain pills and neurontin
Gone, I'm off my rocker
Aimin' for your face, and cock it
Shoot 'em like Klay Thompson
Call up Ghoste to ride, done toured the countryside
Done died a couple times, couple lowkey homicides
Bitch, I'll burn your bible
Look into my rifle, what makes you think I like you?
Spark this blunt, and then ignite you
Couple lighters on my dresser, yessir
Pussy tighter than a rolling presser
Bitch, you guessed it, but ain't no O-G-G
When I'm shootin', it's them demons that's controlling me, hoe
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
You see a nigga like I been 'bout that homicide
What you thought, I let shit go?
What you thought, I let you slide?
Bitch, I'm aiming for you face if I'm slidin' with that 9
Fully creepin' up behind, I'mma see you eye to eye
Even dream of trying me, better wake up and apologize
Ain't no pussy in my blood, ain't no hoe in my eye
What you thought, I was a joke? But I ain't that type of guy
Memphis turned me cutthroat, made me unafraid to die
So ya better watch your mouth, 'fore I hop up out this ride
'Cause when I hop up out the ride
Prejudice aside, cock that iron, then I'm—
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, aiming for your face
If the devil wore leopard print, I bet you'd call him Oddy Nuff
Body stuffed in the trunk, now let me go ahead and light this blunt
Smoking murder, murder, murder
Fucked your bitch, you don't deserve her
Fucked her twice, and then I curbed her
I want to die, it ain't unheard of
Put the pistol in my mouth, blew my brains out
Bitch, I'm aimin' for the fucking grey clouds
Ain't no halo
From the cradle 'till the grave, I've been able to kill these boys
Smoke my blunts and sip some maple
G*59, it ain't a label, it's a way of life
By way of life, I mean its just a way to die
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, letting you hoes know the score
Aiming for your face, aiming for your face