Budd Dwyer - Dead Batteries lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Christ] b**hes know I got the vendetta Rollin' up the lettuce $uicidal penned letters Gone and roll the credits Swervin' in a Chevy, ready to land them hollow points I'm coming for that fetti, fetti I hate to disappoint Just lace me down in grey and black Loc'ed out, ridin' in my grandmaw's Cadillac Poppin' roxies, got 100 in my back pack Full moon, so my eyes lookin' jet black Just move back, ho [Verse 2: Yung Mutt] Hear I come to paint it grey Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes Light the blunt and f**ing fade away Took a minute to get it lit and then even more to get it finished Sipping Gatorade and Tanqueray I rape the blade and blame the flame I save the fame for later dames The gator chained up in the lake Up early f**ing gaining brain I train the pain by draining cake I aim to reign my brain is stained I say the same I never change Don't pop Champagne I'm a-okay I stay away from flashing lights I paved my way straight to the bank