In The Trunk - Death Plus, Mr. Sisco

Yeah, run

Death Plus the one

Gonna take your fucking life with the mask and the gun

Aye, pull up to the function, yuh, we gonna have some fun

I got Mr. Sisco with me, we kill 'em and then we done

Yuh, back to the house, yeah, we smokin' OG, on me

I be high as hell, fuck the police

So sweet, these pussies talkin' but ain’t gonna do shit

Get my clip so blessed and my bullets so holy

Ya know me

Welcome to the mind of a killa

Crazy, psychopathic, dark, cold-hearted nigga

Better watch yo words 'fore a nigga cut your liver

Choppin' off his head, his whole body I deliver

My vision is so grim, but your light is very dim

I’m more shadier than Slim

Up the Glock, let’s begin

Teach a lesson, nigga stressin', tryna keep up his depression

Kill yourself, if you testin' I’ma send him to the reverend

My Glock hold all of my blessings

Trust me, bitch, I’m never stressin'

Listen close, get the message, I ain’t playin', fuck yo session

Count your blessings, I got seventeen bullets and they shiny, too

Hollow-tip bullets and they blowin' like a fucking flute

Bitch, it is a fluke if you get the upper hand

Fool, better take yo shot 'cause I’m coming back to slaughter you

Bitch, I am an animal, a cold-blooded cannibal

Bitches call me Hannibal

I up a Glock and damage you, bitch

If you see me, better duck

Don’t give a fuck

Lil bitch, I do what the fuck I must

Yuh, I gets bucked, yuh

I gets bucks

Got money, got drugs, got a body in the trunk, yuh

If you see me, better duck

Don’t give a fuck

Lil bitch, I do what the fuck I must

Yuh, I gets bucked, yuh

I gets bucks

Got money, got drugs, got a body in the trunk, yuh