It's About A 6 Hour Drive

Welcome to my carnival! Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face Ate some pain pills and Neurontin Gone, I'm off my rocker Aim it for your face, and cock it Shoot 'em like Klay Thompson Call up Ghoste to ride Done toured the countryside Done died a couple times Couple lowkey homicides Bitch, I'll burn your Bible Look into my rifle What makes you think I like You? Spark this blunt, and then ignite you Couple lighters on my dresser, yes sir p***y tighter than a rollin' presser Bitch, you guessed it, but ain't OG, g When I'm shootin', it's them Demons that's controllin' me, ho Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face You see a nigga like I Been 'bout that homicide What you thought, I let shit go? What you thought, I let you slide? Bitch, I'm aiming for you face if I'm slidin' with that 9 Fuck that creepin' up behind I'ma see you eye to eye Even dream of tryin' me Better wake up and apologize Ain't no p***y in my blood Ain't no ho in my eye what, you thought I was a joke? But I ain't that type of guy Memphis turned me cutthroat Made me unafraid to die So ya better watch your mouth 'fore I hop up out this ride 'Cause when I hop up out the ride Prejudice aside, cock that iron, then I'm Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face If the devil wore leopard print I bet you'd call him Oddy Nuff Body stuffed in the trunk Now let me go ahead and light this blunt Smo-Smokin' murder, murder, murder Fucked your bitch, you don't deserve her Fucked her twice, and then I curbed her I want to die, it ain't unheard of Put the pistol in my mouth Blew my brains out Bitch, I'm aimin' for the fuckin' grey clouds Ain't no halo, from the Cradle 'til the grave I've been able to kill these boys Smoke my blunts and sip some maple G59, it ain't a label, it's a way Of life, by way of life I mean it's just a way to die Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you Ho's know the score, yo- A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face --- It's About a 6 Hour Drive - $uicideBoy$ and Black Smurf