Runnin’ Thru The 7th With My Woadies (Chopped & Screwed) lyrics

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[Hook: Dash Berlin]
When you come home
I'll stop this...
When you come home
I'll stop this...

[VERSE I: 7TH WARD DRAGON]
View from a balcony
Pool lit up blue
Lawn chairs next to the ice chest
Two-two grams in the blunt that we just blew
Now I'm getting blown by a b*tch
Who? I don't know her name
Gold hanging got a few in the room, but I don't wear them out
Only wear them in the house cause I shine so bright I don't want to blind you
Who knew Yung $now wouldn't melt in the summer, it's true
Cold as a polar bear chilling with Stunna and $lick
I'm surrounded by tulips
Got me-got me bout two clips
Got me bout two scripts filled up with Oxy
Smoke-smoke hovers all around my f*cking body
I murd-murdered this b*tch named Oddy, yeah I shot him
$lick got the shovels and we digging all night
Pouya in the Caddy
Told him shine the light bright cause I'm digging in darkness
What was a good day has turned into the usual
Back in all black like a funeral
[Hook: Dash Berlin]
When you come home
I'll stop this...
When you come home
I'll stop this...

[VERSE II: $LICK SLOTH]
Runnin' from the cops thru the motherf*cking seventh
Six bodies dropped and nobody went to heaven
Block stay hot, creeping-creeping with the weapon
Gotta keep the pills in me all cause-cause of my depression
City of the crest I'm riding with the Smith & Wesson
Got a motherf*cker guessing when I hit em with the blessing
Two shots to the dome, six shots-shots in the chrome
All shot through your home, now that’s a crime zone
S-U-I-C-I-D-E
$carecrow creeping with Uzi
Lucifer come save-save me
Throw crucifixes at my feet
Walking through the dep-depths of hell
Watching as the oceans swell
Grey*59, that's Los Cartel
Nothing but death in every cell

[Hook: Dash Berlin]
When you come home
I'll stop this...
When you come home
I'll stop this...
[VERSE III: POUYA]
Yuh-yuh (yuh), she too deep in the flask
Drinking and thinking gonna lead to a bad decision
Deja Vu I've been through it with you
Mul-multiple times, many-many occasions
Contemplating vacating without you, I doubt you the one
I could-could be wrong, I could-could be sprung, I could be dumb
I could be dumb
I could be dumbfounded well rounded
Plus the head game therapeutic
She knew that she blew it like Nintendo
You heard me, some of y'all better curve me
My di*k game army strong
My only hope is my song go on for long
This life ain't promised whether you accomplished
Think-think about inside of your apartment
You working for nothing you worthless
b*tch
Yuh

[Outro: Dash Berlin]
When you come home
I'll stop this...
When you come home
I'll stop this...
When you come home
I'll stop this...
When you come home
I'll stop this...
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