Guerilla Godz - Fifty Five Lyrics

Would I sound like it
Would I ever kill a motherf*cker I could
Lay his ass out with my thunder I should
Take all his money but it aint no good
No we're not fakers we're just misunderstood
Would I ever kill a motherf*cker I could
Lay his ass out with my thunder I should
Take all his money but it aint no good
No we're not fakers we're just misunderstood
Pull out the blade now I'm slicing up your face
Tell me what it takes I'm a killer in ever place
Let me slow the pace grab a bitch by her waist
Pull her a little closer yeah she giving me a taste
And I'm never going to chase hands up to the sky yeah you know I'm about that grace
But the cards I was dealt there was never no ace
Speakers in the back now I'm blowing up the place
Black skies dark night no one in sight
Take the nine out now I'm ready for a fight
Army of the dead that I rose from the grave
Skies turning grey its the crow on your pave
Bullet holes on your skull make you look like a troll
Crown on my head all y'all bitches I control
Boot kick to neck screaming like a goat
Tooth chipped I don't miss I hit from the scope
Southside is my home but my throne sits on your tomb
Your mouth starts to foam from my chrome seven to the dome
Pinky ring froze I got hoes for a quarter or more
Low rider
Low rider with a chrome
Still on the same shit still nothing changed
Take the pain out light your body up in flames
Bitches play the same games saying we're a waste
Playas keep the same thing strapped by their waist