RUSTY WALLACE Lyrics

Get on yo knees when you talkin' to a god

We get to steppin' you would think it was my job

Smokin' on whatever damaging my lungs

Floatin' off the couch I'm speakin' Latin tongues

Reflections twisted in a hall of mirrors

Blow through ya squad like I blow a pack of diamond swishers

Smokin' on cigarettes' that's why my throat is filled with fissures

I'm in the 'Pala by myself I dont need your assistance

20 bitches on my phone they callin'

20 niggas trippin with they nasals fallin'

You see my Caddy on the road bitch I am never stallin'

Blow through yo whole pedigree just like my name was Rollins

Nigga you see me rollin' a mask up on my face

Bitch I'm ready to gun you down and beat the fuckin case

Nigga I swear I'll hunt you down and leave without a trace

I light em' up like a rock of crack but we do not freebase

Slidin' thru the heavens gate its where I need to be

Delusions of grandeur is the language that I speak

I met a god I put an eighth inside a Grabba Leaf

Let me get with my people please just put me six beneath

Bitch I see you lyin' through your fuckin teeth

If you tryna front on me ill make sure you cant breathe

I'll carve a smile into your face the bitches call me Heath

I got the chopsticks in my trunk if you want sour beef

Skirt through a trench while I'm twistin these hoes I'm

Stuntin' on niggas that be doing the most I light

Em' like a swisher get blown like a ghost I can't

Deal you bruh I'm movin' coast to coast

Put you in some clouds and a lighting post

I stay underground I aint doin no shows

I be duckin' and duckin' and duckin' the feds nigga

Don't come to me I'm out here hittin' lows

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