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