Friday the 13th - Sha Hef

This bitch is sucking me, coward niggas is ducking me

Born Friday the 13th, it ain’t no luck in me

Ain’t with the fuckery, shoot me there ain’t no snuffing me

Born Friday the 13th, it ain’t no luck in me

Twist my fingers you get injured, on sight

Every shooter has a off night

Bend the bitch over, tell her cough twice

Now snort the soft white, now she lit up like the porch light

Don’t do the rags but I toss rights

Play Christ how I toss life’s, a small slice of the boss life

You not a man you are more dike

I blow smoke like exhaust pipes, my heart got the frostbite

I’m not a man, I’m a myth, I’m the curse and the gift

I was birthed just to pitch, feel the earth as it shifts

Underneath my feet, I’m the grim reaper

Tell Mav dig the grave deeper, bricks still cheaper

Lit reefer and gun smoke be my only scent

It’s what you say not what you meant

It’s what you cop not what you rent, internet flexing

Why your bitch in my bed necking, I’m sipping Texas

Black ski-mask, red rag on my g pass

Shorty pull up a hoopty up and scoop me front of the rehab

You know that she bad, even badder with knee pads

Used to boof bricks for some Philly niggas, jihads

Gave me my hammer and some hollow tips

She pull my dick out then she swallowed it

I skeeted then she model’d it

Spotted the lick and then I followed it

Nigga I’m a local terrorist

Piece of shit, I’m a derelict

Out of my element 'less I’m sipping my medicine

The trap rocking, fiends knocking, let 'em in

I’m heaven sent, got rich off of sentiments

This the evidence, my sentiments

When I die bury me with a brick

'Lo shorts, bagged weed and my bitch

Rather die 'fore I snitch

Put a bullet in my eye 'fore I switch

Told my mama I’ma die with my clique

I prolly die with my fifth

This bitch is sucking me, coward niggas is ducking me

Born Friday the 13th, it ain’t no luck in me

Ain’t with the fuckery, shoot me there ain’t no snuffing me

Born Friday the 13th, it ain’t no luck in me