Meladettask - Five Six Seven Eight lyrics

Ah, fuck i run the world and back
You wanna talk to me you
Also talk to the sack buy a case of beer
I down the whole pack chillin' in my house
I whack my gack white or black
Ah set you straight
Flick of the wrist make the economy inflate
Put the flicker on my wrist
Over getting a date put that package in my
Wallet don’t wanna procreate
Five, six, seven, eight
Put the cash in your gash
All my life I’ve been running from the past
Put the gun to my head and
I’m gone in a flash bold brash
Bury the hatchet hard for me to not hit
Someone with a ratchet
Like having an itch and trying
Not to scratch it
Pipe in my hand and your kids gonna catch it
If he’s bleeding patch it afterwards