​don’t look in the garden ​

I can't let police through my door
I just need a minute
Take that body off the floor
This shit get so hectic
I can't do this anymore
Body, weapon, weapon, body, weapon my décor
Don't get this shit twisted I'm
Still cleaner than before

Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am

I know some white boys that
Got ties wit' the police
I can drop like 12 bodies
Act like they don't know me
But I don't talk to the police, fuck that
They whole team
I'ma keep my mouth shut for some boy
In blue try to hoe me
I know that he talk he is not me
I'ma fuck around
And just pull up wit' that Tommy
I need like three white bitches on me
Them hoes so naughty
I can't trust no hoe, wit my
Life, she ain't got me, got me

Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am (I am)
Don't look in the garden
I don't what's gotten into me
But I'm still stalking, creeping, plottin'
All these bodies rotten make 'em go to sleep
Sleep forever, stay forgotten, I am

Big boss, top floor
Fuck up, you get shot hoe
Bitch, I been had that rocket
On me like I'm Rondo number Nine
That boy follow trends until his numbers die
I might pull up in his fucking crib
Like bitch who wanna die

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