MINCEMEAT Lyrics

Lean lean go away

might just pour a 4 today

Might just cop a pole today

Might just up the score today

Might just up the score

Dig your homie up

Put some pressure in this blunt

I'll chop up his lil corpse then throw him back up in that mud

If my niggas on that hunt, you best believe you better (shhhhh)

Fold that lil boy up like he got cramp up in his gut

Dig your homie up

Put some pressure in this blunt

I'll chop up his lil corpse then throw him back up in that mud

If my niggas on that hunt, you best believe you better (shhhhh)

Fold that lil boy up like he got cramp up in his gut

Young Kult Leader I'm as grimy as it get

When that veil lift nigga, blood there ain't shit left

Pray I rot before I'm 30, hope I die by 26

I refuse to carry on a life that I ain't meant to live

I just popped a fake perc, tell me what the chances is

Red head suckin dick, Cherry Valance in this bitch

I can't call that boy my brother, he ain't down to hit that skit

You think that you running game

Let's be real mobb you's a trick

Sippin' on this wocky same color as this laser

Showed up to his party with them clips to get him tapered

Choppa blow 'em Fus Ro Dah

This that za, this that pack

Put him on that Hanes, a brand new chain, & now his ass a tat

Dig your homie up

Put some pressure in this blunt

I'll chop up his lil corpse then throw him back up in that mud

If my niggas on that hunt, you best believe you better (shhhhh)

Fold that lil boy up like he got cramp up in his gut

Dig your homie up

Put some pressure in this blunt

I'll chop up his lil corpse then throw him back up in that mud

If my niggas on that hunt, you best believe you better (shhhhh)

Fold that lil boy up like he got cramp up in his gut