Golden Calf

Golden Calf Bullets knocking niggas down, as if they were heat seekin' Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture Bullets knocking niggas down, as if they were heat seekin' Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture My money always gone Prolly from all the drugs caught in my palm Slide em down my throat and swallow without water Dead by dawn I told yall all these dark rooms in an empty house ain't nothing fun Drugs ain't for turning up I take em now I'm turning numb All these hoes trying to make me cum But I'm too fuc*** up She left so now I'm rolling blunts out of the book of Psalms Fuc*** rap game Ghengis Khan Bodies piled up on the lawn Checkmate on all these fuc*** pawns The devil got my picture drawn The devil got my picture drawn Bullets knocking niggas down, as if they were heat seekin' Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture Weaponry master, $carecrow in the pasture Burn the church and flip the cross then blast the fuckin' pastor Bitch, I be that bastard these other rappers scared of Jump a motherfuc***, I ain't tryna have no fair one Lurking at the bottom cause my problems keep on adding up Got a couple stalkers all because the $carecrow fuc*** them once Kreepin' with Ruby, he turns into Uzi Cause motherfuck*** keep on tryna get buck One shot to the head told Uzi he's dead Leave them to rot never cover them up Bullets knocking niggas down, as if they were heat seekin' Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic Mohican Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture Little bitch don't trip I'm the shit Flip the zip, make some chip Really quick fast money yeah I love it Eddy Baker stay thuggin, smoking out in public Dope boys in my circle, we all got drugs man Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man Don't worry bout where I'm at bitch; I'm not your husband An eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzing That pu*** ni*** think that he want problems, but he doesn't Really? Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture Prescription drugs Misusing the dusty hoes abusing ‘em I'm poppin' percs and sippin' lean Just feeding demons inside me 30 shot, these Glocks gon' pop You say you ballin' Well you're not Made a fortune whippin' pots Re-up on Carol City cups Count it, I count it Then round it I'm fuckin' Media thuggin' That thumper gon' knock ya off Flick out my dick then I go, and I dump in her I love the bitch now I decided to buckle-up How y'all saying y'all the shit? Your numbers ain't lookin' too lit Fuc*** you up, gon' stomp you out in 10-thousand-dollar outfits