Lyrics
Got demons they on roads
Headshots only thing we know
But they don't leave no trace
No face cold case that's closed
I don't give a fuck I lie under oath
I put that on my bros
But they don't leave no trace
No face cold case that's closed
Niggas vape talking bout want smoke
Get slapped if you think it's a joke
Ha ha, dead opps in the blunt?
Really it's your nigga come take a toke
All this trauma really take a toll
407 bound and I take my pole
KEYLOW got keys for the low
Crushing all these pounds then I take his soul
Get off of me
I can't love you I can't give you what you want from me
I been gone for too long
Can't you see inside these eyes I done lost a part of me
Got not time to grief
Or write no wrongs
Got demons they on roads
Headshots only thing we know
But they don't leave no trace
No face cold case that's closed
I don't give a fuck I lie under oath
I put that on my bros
But they don't leave no trace
No face cold case that's closed
Like these bands in my pockets I won't fold
Why the fuck would I throw hands?
I let the chopper unload
And I guarantee you if I ever said that I would do
Then by all means I see that shit through
Cause I go all out to win
Pray to God for all of these sins
Free all my dogs in the bin
Tryna tap my calls and listen, yeah
I'ma fix this puzzle, piece in place
Sketching out just how I'll do it but one thing for sure is that you getting erased
Got demons they on roads
Headshots only thing we know
But they don't leave no trace
No face cold case that's closed
I don't give a fuck I lie under oath
I put that on my bros
But they don't leave no trace
No face cold case that's closed
Emma Stakes, Kelsey Gill, Reece Pullinger
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