Out of the way kids
Used to smoke crack, now I count fucking racks
Mack Daddy smacked, lickin' a powder bag
Back on my bullshit, white Benz coupe
Fit three in the back, and that's not including your bitch too, shit
Mutt hit the blunt like a bump
$lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a fuck
If I cum, suck it up, bitch, I'm fucked
Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs
Dreads full of stank, til' my car fuckin' stops
Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck
Lean the seat back as I swerve and I crash
Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black
I'm ash
Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack
Just a bunch of trash
Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G-59 or FTP
Let's just be terrorists, blow up on NBC"
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch
I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch
I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch
This for any pussy boy wanna act up (act up)
Find yourself dead with no guts (no guts)
Voice in my head sayin', "Kill yourself"
So, so, so I wrote a note
Hot boy, turned cold
To whom it may concern, fuck you and the world
Nurse these Xanax, anxiety on panic
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I got to go
I got a sixty pack waitin' at home
Feel like a zombie, I'm all alone
Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone
Hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game (game)
Hollow tips, gonna insert in my brain
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
Hanging out the motherfucking window
'Bout to shoot this bitch
Yeah, you gon' die, hoe
Yeah, you gon' die, hoe
Hanging out the motherfucking window
