Scriptures

Ay, thick white bitch, Iggy (Iggy) Bust on her back, Ricky (Ricky) Only tote Glocks, I'm picky We'll make niggas get out of the city Ay, hurt my thumb loadin' the K Turned to a opp, they lead him astray You know when I'm talking them killers obey Like, "Go put that young nigga head on display" Free my niggas, it ain't gon' be long They ain't forget who ain't pick up the phone Keep tryna diss me, he tryna get known The corner gon' know you when we take your soul I run with murderers, killers Bitch get wet, rivers Then get cut off, scissors I speak the truth, scriptures Big chopstick got wood, splinters (brra) Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture Got richer and bought me a Richard I still give my hitman your picture (go get it) These niggas broke, we fixed You can shoot at my hoe but you know you gon' miss (try it) Look at these VV's, how these bitches hit My wrist dripping like I done slitted this bitch Jet on the way to Dominico Lil' bitch threw me off, too much Silicon (word) I bought the whip with the ceiling gone (ceiling gone) Countin' dead faces in the living room (in the living room) Ten bedrooms but I live alone (live alone) Chops in this bitch, I ain't here alone If I'm beefing with him, his family should cherish they time 'Cause he won't be here long Y'all been beefing for a year long (y'all niggas playing) Ain't nobody died yet? (Nobody died yet?) I don't know what would happen if a nigga snatch my chain 'Cause ain't nobody tried that (boop, boop, boop) Well I run with murderers, killers Bitch get wet, rivers Then get cut off, scissors I speak the truth, scriptures Big chopstick got wood, splinters Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture (that's a mixture) Got richer and bought me a Richard I still give my hitman your picture (go get it) --- Scriptures - Tee Grizzley