Golden Calf

Bullets knocking niggas down as if they were heat seeking

Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master

Walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture

Bullets knocking niggas down as if they were heat seeking

Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master

Walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture






My money always gone

Prolly from all the drugs caught in my palm

Slide 'em down my throat and swallow without water

Dead by dawn

I told y'all all these dark rooms in an empty house ain't nothin' fun

Drugs ain't for turnin' up, I take 'em, now I'm turnin' numb

All these hoes tryna make me cum, but I'm too fucked up, she left

So now I'm rollin' blunts out of the book of Psalms

Fucking rap game Ghengis Khan, bodies piled up on the lawn

Checkmate on all these fucking pawns

The devil got my picture drawn, the devil got my picture drawn






Bullets knocking niggas down as if they were heat seeking

Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master

Walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture






Weaponry master, $carecrow in the pasture

Burn the church, and flip the cross, then blast the fucking pastor

Bitch, I be that bastard these other rappers scared of

Jump a motherfucker, I ain't tryna have no fair one

Lurkin' at the bottom, 'cause my problems keep on addin' up

Got a couple stalkers, all because the $carecrow fucked 'em once

Creepin' with Ruby, he turns into Uzi

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Cause motherfuckers keep on tryna get buck

One shot to the head, told Uzi he dead

Leave 'em to rot, never cover them up






Bullets knocking niggas down as if they were heat seeking

Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master

Walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture






Little bitch don't trip I'm the shit

Flip the zip, make some chip

Really quick fast money yeah I love it

Eddy Baker stay thuggin, smoking out in public

Dope boys in my circle, we all got drugs man

Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man

Don't worry bout where I'm at bitch; I'm not your husband

An eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzing

That pussy nigga think that he want problems, but he doesn't

Really?






Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master

Walking over dead bodies laying in the pasture






Prescription drugs

Misusing the dusty hoes abusing 'em

I'm poppin' percs and sippin' lean

Just feeding demons inside me

30 shot, these Glocks gon' pop

You say you ballin'

Well you're not

Made a fortune whippin' pots

Re-up on Carol City cups

Count it, I count it

Then round it

I'm fuckin'

Media thuggin'

That thumper gon' knock ya off

Flick out my dick then I go, and I dump in her

I love the bitch now I decided to buckle-up

How y'all saying y'all the shit?

Your numbers ain't lookin' too lit

Fucked you up, gon' stomp you out in 10-thousand-dollar outfits