Marauder’s Garage
[Verse]
9 to 5
Smokin' & smokin'
I'm slappin' deez hoez
And this is the point of loss my mind
I get strapped I'm outside
Keep my blade tucked, few bits 'n' Glock
Come 'n' get yo fuckin' prize
U will end up in my trunk
Catch me creepin' in the night
Hoe u can't fuckin' run
Vaccine lying on backseat
Using this shyt, reducing the tension
Cops don't pay attention on my fuckin' mansion
Ridin' in the 'lac
Pills 'cause ascension
But it's deception
And it close entrances to the fuckin' darkness
Drippin' blood from bleeding guts
Clearly remind u bout this
Sharpening machete in my muthafuckin' lair
I don't play, but I'm playa, 'cuz I'm slaya in this game
Try to fuckin' run, but I see u as a stain
In deez fuckin' woods, u will lost yo fuckin' brain