Budd Dwyer - Gabapentin Getaway lyrics

[Verse 1: Anthony Mars ] 900 degrees with a b**h on her knees Run up in the house Whole squad black tees That's a lick Hit 'em when I want Break in through the front Call me $lick Got a loaded pump in case you wanna jump Just another b**h on my dick ridin' in the Chevy Just another chick loving $lick tryna give me becky Gotta grip with a loaded clip Tell me is you with me? Lunatic with no motive b**h smoking on some Whitney Bobby Brown, hope no cops around but f** 'em if they are Pig k**er mixed with gorilla We the Lords of Chaos See these mother f**ers can't touch me Run up b**h I'm clutching 30 shots I'm dumping In that b**h boy you f**ing [Verse 2: Norman Atomic] 66 b**h You can bet I'm on the sh** list Dope sick Fix your lisp Spit with my whole fist No tricks Goal kicks No toe licks Spit pole cold Rich a**holes sh** gold bricks Stick with show business Your record gets more skips then a lunch line Sometimes punch lines are played out all about hump fine b**hes Hitting switches Getting riches f**ing one time was enough I'm from the motherf**ing underground We don't slip Independent ripping off pendants and sending it to your b**h So she can reminisce about the time I slipped her the dick I mean she f**ing asked for it What the f** do you want me to do? Ruby da Cherry da Mixed Berry f**ing smoothie so smooth