Moment of Silence - hooligan chase

Ha ha ha ha

Huh

Moment of silence

You probably heard that somebody died, you need a minute

Running back the 505, I keep winning

I let an alligator survive and keep swimming

Dead stop, one of a kind, I’m authentic

I’ve seen you with the whip in your live, it look rented

Pissing off priests and Christians, good riddance

Got enough pieces of bread for 10 pigeons

How you act tough in some khaki shorts?

Your bitch butt cheeks got massive warts

Take em to its ass then slap the horse

Drive it to the junkyard, smash the Porsche

I’m the reason that your mom and your dad divorced

I was blowing that back, lemme pass the torch (Uh)

Sticking forks in the grass of course

at the bottom of a bottle of the Captain Morgan

I like rum, swatting down flies

Squeezing on necks till I’m popping out eyes

I could make a killing doing K-Pop, hot boy stay hot

I ain’t even hopping outside

I take a lot of buzz for the brunch

eye-bags looking like a bruise from a punch

Okay, I gotta couple loose screws, I’m a dunce

Simmer down, I’m a lit fuse in the bunch

Any given Sunday, fucking up a Monday

Bitch, you should be working on your punch way

Y’all should put your fists up, cool it with the gun play

If you got the work better stuff it in the Hyundai (OK)

Laughing all the way to the station

John Wayne Gacy, I take em to the basement

(Wait, hold on, what happened in the basement?)

I wasn’t at the wake, I ain’t get an invitation (Yeah)

Baby I’m the number one draft pick

Manager will tell me what to do or get his ass kicked

I remember when I used to put my shit on

I was kickin dirt up on a bitch, I was a bad kid

If you from the outside, tell me where you from

The Devil is alive with the daughter and the son

Can’t afford to give in, not a penny or a crumb

Stare into the flames, down the barrel of a gun

Moment of silence

You probably heard that somebody died, you need a minute (Ha)

Running back the 505, I keep winning

I let an alligator survive and keep swimming

Dead stop, one of a kind, I’m authentic

I’ve seen you with the whip in your live, it look rented

Pissing off priests and Christians, good riddance

Got enough pieces of bread for 10 pigeons