Budd Dwyer - 93 Premium lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Infected] Got a blunt Pop a trunk Fill it with a f** boy b**h boy spilling his guts Stomach acid mixed with blood staining my all white white-laced SB Dunks Cop a couple bucks out his back pocket Wallet got to have something Otherwise i got to snatch something So I pulled out his heart from his chest Left the rest for b**h and the left them I ditched for the seventh f** a motherf**er ducking Tucking in his tail I got a bone to pick with motherf**ers trying to see me fail Creeping like a vulture b**h i'm following his trail Picking at his bones for flesh Leave the flies with the rest Leave his body growing pale Close his mouth with nails Dead men tell no tales [Verse 2: Lil' Famine] Yung jack torrance with some bodies in the storage Lil broke mother f**er with enough to pay the mortgage Got that torture in my barrel Them ghost inhibit my mind It's that $uicidal junkie Young Scorcese of my time I'm creeping with 5 9 in the over look hotel Taking one look at us you can tell we come from hell I'm smoking and chanting spells Packing a couple bells Popping waves back to back I'm always riding the swell [Verse 3: Black Smurf] With all these d** in my system Be hard to keep my attention The narrow [?] I see no one but these fingers The rinsed clues in existence The only reason I'm itching Itching to change all my [?] Without me switching emission Or making millions Intention to get it quicker and stricter ‘bout getting money not flexin' Then get some b**hes start flexin' And snatch a ring just for fun 'til I strike them digits and add it to ya You'd be wishing that you would've f**ing listened Wish you listened to me