Candles - Kold-Blooded

Hammer fit my trigger finger hangin' out the Escalade

Sixteen grams of bay my brother

Twenty-Eight grams of (?)

I’m bucking just like Bunsen drop it off before I split your brain

Rozzy (?) psychopathic mystic shit coming out the frame

I came from the underground with sounds to make you go insane

Slowly rising to the top and dropping shows y’all hoes gon' hate

I’m rising up out of the darkness the portrait of evil is all that you see in

my face

The murder I got on my mind about you is a fantasy where I cut you like a steak

Laws of power drawn and ordered on my plate

That I now about your family and I know there names

Off the wham god damn some fucked up bullshit that another say

Who run over for the over lord who rock like Boulder Cain

Ripping out my weapon as I’m stepping out the cloud of haze

The implement of my (?) go through your face and out your brain

Talking shit I would not recommend for you to do cause bitch its trigger finger

Instant drag em from the river

Trigger mane