$HOOK - RØNIN

I’ve got this girl I can’t forgive her

I’d rather slit my wrists than ever seer her

I’ve tried my best and this world won’t deliver

Sorry mummy an daddy the truth will make you shiver

They $hook, shiver, make your bitch quiver

So fucking sick you can’t stop when I deliver

Grinding while you’re asleep or cooking dinner

Life’s like a game, when you think you won you ain’t the winner

Ride till I die, no love, no lie, no need for it

Rise till I plummet I’ll fight

Full stop point blank, phat gangs on site

All night, we run up in the bank take flight

Hoes stank! Call themselves a treat, I’m like, why?

So stuned, this chicka make a Wigga wanna run!

Get gone so fast, gon dash, I’m done

That bitch so trash, lookin grubby like a mutt

They shook, shiver, make your bitch quiver

So fucking slick you can’t stop when I deliver

Lurking in the winter been burnin up this liquor

Devils tempting me it doesn’t mean that I’m a sinner

Pain of the game an love’s the tirent

I’m a freak, but don’t be fooled by my kindness

Inside I’m demented and violent, so angry can’t hide it

Money and weed is all that’s provided

Pop top, rollin' down the road up in some odd socks

Drop top, present when I’m cruisin through the hot spot

Crop top, Tommy Hilfiger on a hot thot

Mob Glock, trigger finger itching for a pop pop

Snap chat, all up in my bizzo tryna catch that

Back pack, packin to the brim from my napsack

Go in, body bag bitches as an omen

Oh damn, drop in, rock a set like a slow jam

I be killing them silent so angry and violent

Take a look at yourself an ask where your pride is

Witness the exodus, pride of the prejudice

Can’t handle it, listening to Big Boy Los Angeles