20 Inch Blades Lyrics

Twenty inch blades on the Jag

Wineberry leather

Match the drapes in the back

Spinning round the block

Ain't get no taste of the past

Set aside a couple

Rainy days and a half

Couldn't see me puffing

Beating the breaks off that ass

Five percent mirror

Fix her face off the glass

Flip the neon light

Retract the fifth wheel attached

Jumping in the slab

You know she ain't coming back

Smoking this onion

Got me crying

Counting stacks of hundreds

I always knew that we would touch it

Ever since a youngin'

I only put it in they face

You won't catch me frontin'

I only put 'em in they place

Bring 'em back to humble

You in a room

That's full of bosses

That don't make you one

You in a room

That's full of bricks

But walking out with none

It's best to think before you speak

Before your life is gone

It's best to think before you speak

It's best you bite your tongue

Twenty inch blades on the Jag

Wineberry leather

Match the drapes in the back

Spinning round the block

Ain't get no taste of the past

Set aside a couple

Rainy days and a half

Couldn't see me puffing

Beating the breaks off that ass

Five percent mirror

Fix her face off the glass

Flip the neon light

Retract the fifth wheel attached

Jumping in the slab

You know she ain't coming back