Government Van lyrics

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
Showin' out, what you know about
Ridin' bumpin' Womack when I'm goin' out
When it's late at night and it's like your the only one out
Its better to be in a Prius on account of you turn off the motor sound
With your stupid ass fine ass b*tch and its goin' down
It's the castle out penetration till I throw it out
It is an it, it is an investmen, it is a thing
Till the puppet master decide that it's probably best to start clipping the strings
P to the I to the m to the muthaf*cka muthaf*ckin' motherf*cking P
Throwing holy water out a half moon clip to absolve motherf*ckers of they envy
I learned early on most people would rather feel good than feel free
And there are two types of people in this world little chess pieces and me
So I don't give a heck about a dang ol' thang blood
People like me turn themselves into monsters 'cause it feels good
Posted up like Grim B in a place were its cold as f*ck
Got my b*tch killing mask on, before I do it I'ma pull the mask up

[Chorus]
Man we in trouble again, the boys they be on it again
I'm one step ahead of 'em watching 'em
Creeping around in that government van
They on it again, it feel like a hunnit and ten
Looking up out of my window and what do I see, it's that government van

[Verse 2: Ouija]
Brand new, mask now, swang down, block now
Yo brain, splat now, body chop down
TOOF GANG on now, bartholomus holdin my Glock now
The Government van been rolling again
God damnit the Blocc is too hot now
I'm gonna get somebody bloody
And somebody bloody money gonna pay my attorney
I left that boy on a gurny, I f*ck his shawty she Purdy
Damnit she naughty she dirty, drinking her blood at the party
Don't make me hurt anybody
The feds have been watching I'm callin up Choirboy like...
[Chorus]
Man we in trouble again, the boys they be on it again
I'm one step ahead of 'em watching 'em
Creeping around in that government van
They on it again, it feel like a hunnit and ten
Looking up out of my window and what do I see, it's that government van

[Verse 3: Choirboy]
Running man, Running man, dash to a hunnit grand
Look out the back, see another van f*ck it man
Ducking I ain't ducking I be bucking for the f*ck of it
Dealing with this sh*t and I had about enough of it
Tired of these puppets that be fuccing up the government
Tired about this money sh*t and not having enough of it
'Bout to get a check, f*ck it up for the f*ck of it
Till then, mask up we coming man run the sh*t
No life, low life, thinking if this don't go right
One of us gon' die, slow ride
Oh my, oh my here's the church here's the muthaf*ckin' Steeple
I swear I see them people when I'm looking out my peep hole

[Chorus]
Man we in trouble again, the boys they be on it again
I'm one step ahead of 'em watching 'em
Creeping around in that government van
They on it again, it feel like a hunnit and ten
Looking up out of my window and what do I see, it's that government van
-Why don't cha take care of these muthaf*ckas one time?

Yo you guys been outside my house for like a whole week

*gun shot*

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