PRATHER'S NECK Lyrics

Flaco off a 40, with your shorty, feeling sporty,

Filled the locks up to the top and now we throw em in the quarry

Bitch I'm posted, where he at?

My location off the map

Bitch I'm not far from the vale

But I'm still east side of the gap

I still keep a fucking strap

I still keep a couple gorillas

Guaranteed to pull the trigger

Still the north side of the river mane

Lean in my Fanta, couple 30s fuck my liver mane

Still run the locks, I'm swinging a tank up on my fucking chain

Don't get complacent

AR's in the basement

The locks ain't vacant

Bodies on embankment

Bullets raining

Go to outer space and

Hit you in the face man

Leave you kissing pavement

I got blood dripping off my finger tips

Wrist is full of bloody slits

Throw my body off the cliffs

Lay my body on the tracks

Feed my body fucking scripts

Feels my lungs start to collapse

Repping triple fucking six

My life on a sinking ship

You go missing like a Christian on a mission Mary,

I Got yo bitch up under the linens sitting missionary,

Flaco, visionary, ganged up like the military

BP originary

Bury fuckboys at the ferry

Cut the pad locks

Creeping the through them mother fucking tunnels with the mask off

I'm a long dog nail me to a long cross

Then I log off

I Got you for 3 minutes

Like my name was bone saw