Fake Pontchartrain

Red tears run down my scattered face Six blunts rolled, laced Holdin' the pace with fate Hand on the wheel, with my foot on the clutch Made a deal with the devil just To get my dick sucked By six different bitches watch 'em switch up Triple six lynches, tie the rope up Abusin' narcotics because my life is chaotic Don't even get no fucking Pleasure, whether or not, it's erotic Into my grave I left my conscience there between the pistol And the blade that I had used To end my fucking fate again i swear Hades born and raised I'm chokin' in the smoky blaze I'm drownin' in the local lake I make 'em frozen how I flake Draped in purple velvet cloaks Ruby stones up in my crown The Earth will be my fucking throne Ruby drowned and Pluto was found Three headed dog locked up in the pound But I let them out every once in a while Gimmie what you got And I'll put it in a pile Burn it up, then I smile Starvin', all I got is stomach bile Number dialed Nile flooded, puttin' out the fucking fire Life been getting a little longer Still keeping money in my bag, I'll loan ya These niggas lying, girl, they all baloney Most fake and the rest corny Call up shorty, kill a nigga for me, yeah I used her for this bait, get to 4 deep They'll be wonderin' who's recording Cause I made it look super sporty Kill for sport and pop a 40 I don't say shit, cause they know me I call your bitch 'cause she wanted to blow me Got the money, yeah nigga show me Got the strap and the sawed on me Got this cash, and it's all on me If you beefin' nigga, I gotta 40 Then pop pop then you all gone, yeah Then you all gone, yeah call my phone, yeah $uicide thraxxhouse --- Fake Pontchartrain - $uicideBoy$ and Key Nyata