Booshank, Marcus Aurelius - Don't Make Me Lyrics

45K and it's stashed in the couch
Nigga's got to eat, wait them out to leave the house
Break in and we take it, take our shit down south
My homie heading west eyes open shut your mouth
Hit Virginia, down to Georgia
Somewhere in College Park
Pimpin in Miami on some bitch and her aunt
Hustle's a mother, but America it taught us
That gangster shit, that pure gangster shit
And I couldn't say it better, I'm a do my thang
Wicked flows with the styles we are delivering
Yeah she sweet on the whip like a sugar cane
Close your eyes what a disguise yes it's me again
A little frostbitten and it's on the left side
Tweak a beat so hard like a meth high
Rusty blades using caps for his suicide
When it come to I, word to me, I'm a die high

To the first one to go, To the first one to go
To the first one to go, To the first one to go

This right here psychological warfare
You don't wanna get caught in the crosshairs
You don't want to wake up in your bed
Next to a horse head
Or some raw fish wrapped in the vest
You know the rest
Cause the last want to do it get dropped in the Chattahoochee
With some stone cold Gucci's
Yeah homie you know the movie
If you don't then you're probably just too stupid
And I'm a just go ahead and state the obvious
You Luca Brasi bitch
And you go to sleep with the fishes
Motherfucker you about to pay the Reaper a visit
I got you leaking liquids
How could these people even think that these freaky delinquents
Even got a shot oh my God
I'm a motherfucking problem dog, I'm a monster
No accomplice, no mercy, no conscience
You are not considered a threat, you a target
Fucking retarded, pussy you harmless I promise

To the first one to go, To the first one to go
To the first one to go, To the first one to go