Fake Pontchartrain lyrics

[Verse 1: ANTHONY MARS]
Red tears run down my scattered face
Six blunts rolled, laced
Holdin' the pace with fate
Hand on the wheel, with my foot on the clutch
Made a deal with the devil just to get my di*k sucked
By six different b*tches—watch 'em switch up
Triple six lynches, tie the rope up
Abusin' narcotics because my life is chaotic
Don't even get no f*cking pleasure, whether or not, it's erotic
Into my grave, I left my conscience there between the pistol
And the blade that I had used to end my f*cking fate again
I swear

[Verse 2: NORMAN ATOMIC]
Hades born and raised, I'm chokin' in the smoky blaze
I'm drownin' in the local lake, I make 'em frozen how I flake
Draped in purple velvet cloaks
Ruby stones up in my crown, the Earth will be my f*cking throne
Ruby drowned and Pluto was found
Three-headed dog locked up in the pound
But I let them out every once in a while
Gimmie what you got, and I'll put it in a pile
Burn it up, then I smile
Starvin', all I got is stomach bile, number dialed
Nile flooded, puttin' out the f*cking fire
[Interlude: Key Nyata]
Yeah (Yah-yah)
Wooh
Ya-ya-yah

[Verse 3: Key Nyata]
Life been getting a little longer
Still keeping money in my bag, I'll loan ya
These n*ggas lying, girl, they all baloney
Most fake and the rest corny
Call up shorty, kill a n*gga for me, yeah
I used her for this bait, get to 4 deep
They'll be wonderin' who's recording
Cause I made it look super sporty
Kill for sport and pop a 40
I don't say sh*t, cause they know me
I call your b*tch, 'cause she wanted to blow me
Got the money, yeah n*gga show me
Got the strap and the sawed on me
Got this cash, and it's all on me
If you beefin' n*gga, I gotta 40
Then pop pop then you all gone, yeah

[Outro: Key Nyata]
Then you all gone, yeah
Call my phone, yeah
$uicide
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