Chronic Algorithms Lyrics

Who the fuck it is

Sent off for the helicopter

Life flight mayday

Who it be

The hater heart stopper

It's the half breed

Sending em off to the doctor

Dope game movement

Bagging bodies up while I'm profiting

White chalk the hit

Chronic algorithms no counterfeits

I'm coming out with all the tricks

Couldn't hold me down

I came to bomb and spit

Im peeked up and done Nuked the clip

Stamp the crucifix

Dope game soldier not new to this

Smoke a pussy out while I noose a bitch

Whoever it is say fuck that trick

Floozy ass hoe id drop that bitch

Im abusing my script

Dumped em all out

Left em calling in sick

Bottom of the bottle said take another hit

Ima Rest em all in piss

Rest in pace to the fifth

Phone just keeps ringing

Got em calling in sick

Keep my eyes bloody shot

While I smoke and drop hits

Direct em Like a dog then watch em all sit

Crossed legs with a split

Pulled the skirt around the hips

Crouched down when they piss

That's a pussy ass bitch

Might as well pick out your coffin

Halfbreed a real fucking problem

Third degree burned

Sent em straight to the bottom

Six feet under threw dirt on em

And Rap I came to conquer it

Sweets filled up with chocolate

One eight seven to the name

No stopping it

Who want it ima straight off em

In the garbage I done tossed em

Double glocked em

Never split it up I drop em

Consume the whole script

All gone and been popping em

If your beats wanna cheat

I brush up on em

If not fuck it I'm still robing em

Halfbreed

Texas the state g

And Wouldn't switch it up you paid me

I'm fucking em up on the daily

Duct tape click to the wrist

And You pussies can't phase me

Tie em to a chair unsafely

I pull a pump

Pharmaceutically legit with the Mossberg tell Me Where the fuck the safe be

Looking for the safe in the back

Tie em down to their seats

Treat em all like dirtbags

Disobedient dysfunctional can't go back

Still fuck the police

Only blunts burn real sweets

Cigarillos to skinny can't smoke that

like skinny ass jeans

Lollipop looking sweet

Showing cheeks And got no ass

Laid flat on the street

Chopped up like fresh meat

Butcher creepin off this beat

Send a maid with a mop for the bloodbath

Slice slice quick

Cut em off like that

Lyrically gapped

I extended my track

I'm out this beat

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