The Fog Remains - Ramirez

Bitch I let it rain blood, foot to snow

The pussy boy’s don’t get no love

Slapped on my hood and I show you what’s up

A clique full of savages just out on the run

Embodied by evil and toting the gun

I lurk through the fog and I speak it in tounges

Body is left on the click of the gun

Under the bridges, where they’ll be hung

We out on the West Side

Where we riding the buckets

And roll down the windows and hit with a drive-by

All of my killers just stand on the sideline

Ready to ride, and move through the night time

Moving in just round a pound through the pipeline

Fucking around and I take out your lifeline

Think i’m a bitch, just check out my timeline

Die for the realest, still repping the 5 9

Blazing the marks so close to my side

My mission to kill them suckers and just die

Wielding the blade and scorching the fire

Lord of the phonk,

Walking the water like I’m the messiah

Singing the song that somebody cried

Know that you scared I see you be spying

All of my shooters are ready for hire

Toting that Glock

Messing my way through the flock

Bodies will drop

I will not be stopped

You fuck with the wrong one I know you the opp

My soul resurrected the devil just bought

See you respecting my devilish ways

Plotting up ways so I can get paid

I can tell that you a bitch

And I know you that a fucking stain hoe