Dylan Ross - Government Van lyrics

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams] Showin' out What you know about Ridin' bumpin' Womack when I'm goin' out When it's late at night and it's like your the only one out its better to be In a Prius on account of you turn off the motor sound With your stupid a** fine a** b**h and its goin' down It's the castle out penetration till I throw it out It is an it It is an investmen It is a thing Till the puppet master decide that it's probably best to start clipping the strings P to the I to the m to the muthaf**a muthaf**in motherf**ing p Throwing holy water out a half moon clip to absolve motherf**ers of they envy I learned early on most people would rather feel good than feel free And there are two types of people in this world little chess pieces and me So I don't give a heck about a dang ol' thang blood People like me turn themselves into monsters cuz it feels good Posted up like Grim B in a place were its cold as f** Got my b**h k**ing mask on Before I do it Ima pull the mask up [Chorus] Man we in trouble again The boys they be on it again I'm one step ahead of 'em watching 'em creeping around in that government van They on it again It feel like a hunnit and 10 Looking up out of my window and what do I see It's that government van [Verse 2: Ouija] Brand new, mask now Swang down, blocc now Yo brain, splat now Body, chop down TOOF GANG on now Bartholomus holdin my gloc now The Government van been rolling again God damnit the Blocc is 2 hot now I'm gonna get somebody bloody & somebody bloody money gonna pay my attorney I left that boy on a gurny I fucc his shawty she Purdy Damnit she naughty she dirty Drinking her blood at da party Don't make me hurt anybody The feds have been watching I'm callin up Choirboy like... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Choirboy] Running man, Running man Dash to a hunnit grand Look out the bacc, see another van fucc it man Duccing I ain't duccing I be buccing for the fucc of it Dealing wit this sh** and I had about enough of it Tired of these puppets that be fuccing up the government Tired about this money sh** and not having enough of it Bout to get a checc, fucc it up for the Fucc of it Till then, mask up we coming man run the sh** No life, Low life Thinking if this don't go right One of us gon die, Slow ride Oh my, oh my Here's the church here's the Muthafucc'n Steeple I swear I see them people when I'm looking out my peep hole [Chorus] -Why don't cha take care of these muthaf**as one time Yo you guys been outside my house for like a whole week *gun shot* ??