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$weet-t - lethal injection lyrics

[intro]
(make believe)

[chorus]
focus in the trap, but i’m fully detached
the only thing on my mind is the stash and the scratch
jackie scratchin’ up that a, but this ain’t no pool match
darrell keep f_ckin’ cryin’ ’bout a nicotine patch
stash in the spot under heavy protection
the plug don’t like people, but he makes some exceptions
my fiends share needles, they already got the infections
irene’s stone cold sober off a lethal injection

[verse]
mask in the trap just so i don’t faint
software to hardware madе the spot smell like paint
lеt irene clean the play just to hold the complaints
we got dutch at the door just to make sure you ain’t
four_five auto tucked ’cause big $weet don’t like to grapple
hangin’ with them bad apples in the trap, not the chapel
$weet be doin’ money talk, naw, i don’t like to babble
all my goons ready for battle, we’ll do you like cattle
crud so f_ckin’ loud, i bet this stogie raise the roof
the way i hit the mic, it’s like they raised me in the booth
i could lie on every track and i’d still be the truth
i’m a motherf_ckin’ dog, i see a kitty, i go—
you can call me rich, i’m just a cracker with some clout
i don’t sit around, i’m stackin’, b_tch, you know what i’m about
i got the sh_t from the north, but i’ma take it to the south
talkin’ down on $weet $weet ’til dutch smack you in the mouth
runnin’ up on $weet $weet ’til $weet up that b_tch on you
oh, you thought $weet was sweet? you don’t got a f_ckin’ clue
say you’ll take my bl!cky off me, that’s okay, i’m tuckin’ two
tryna f_ck around with $weet, boy, i swear you f_ckin’ through
so much weight on my name, my whole hood is a catwalk
don’t play with the gang, we’ll walk you down for that backtalk
b_tch, it’s goin’ down like young joc in the blackhawk
i’ll send dutch down your block with a glock and a trackhawk
if we talkin’ guns, know i got them big ones
sittin’ in the slums, chop got a laser and a drum
my fiend said the dope got her comfortably numb
choppin’ ‘bows and countin’ stacks, i got cuts on my thumb
every time i see my opp out, he’s gettin’ clobbered
every time i see his girl, i get that good slobber
i be coppin’ from the plugs, but i chill with the robbers
yeah, i feel like mike tyson, but i look like mister rogers
hit the tie sigma, i’m about to go manic
so much ice around this b_tch, we could sink the titanic
i tote everywhere, so when my opps see me, they panic
i might put the glock up and ball out on the canic
[chorus]
focus in the trap, but i’m fully detached
the only thing on my mind is the stash and the scratch
jackie scratchin’ up that a, but this ain’t no pool match
darrell keep f_ckin’ cryin’ ’bout a nicotine patch
stash in the spot under heavy protection
the plug don’t like people, but he makes some exceptions
my fiends share needles, they already got the infections
irene’s stone cold sober off a lethal injection

[outro]
(make believe)

- weet t

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