Na$ty Matt - HeatherGrey lyrics

Verse 1 Dead like im Paul Bearer Gonna need some Pall-bearer's f**ing with my team thats more then a small Arab You're irrelevant Ain't slanging if you telling it I ain't smoking if you selling it Ain't bagning b**h you celibate I'm buying tartar tees All the water in the seas Hoes stick like a disease Got b**hes on their knees i got a**ss cheeks On my grey tee, all these girls keep grinding on me Crawling to my grave every night of the week The cold dead air when i'm lurking by the creek Jumping at the grave and i'm feeling like d**h Smelling like cigarettes put the rare poison in my chest Mamma tripping cause her baby boy glitchin Her daddy trippin cause daddy's little girl is missing My clothes great, but my lungs black Four wheelers with the shotgun on the rack Pure white trash bury me by the liquor store My girls in all black dressed for my funeral On that old dirt road, rolling with my shawty In the two forty roof open bumin orgy Jesus take the wheel cause i can't feel multitasking f** a b**h While i write my will Chorus Got roses on my grave, got bu*ts in the tray, got the same a** Clothes, got the same a** blade No blood in my veins, can't feel pain Heather Grey everything it all The stay same Got roses on my grave, got bu*ts in the tray, got the same a** Clothes, got the same a** blade No blood in my veins, can't feel pain Heather Grey everything it all The stay same