作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
[Intro: Wetto]
You die, mother****er (Players never die)
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life (You did good, $lick)
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life (It's a smash)
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, mother****er
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, mother****er (Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
*****, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon
Smash her like I'm Ganondorf
All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports
****boy on my ****, wants a pic Go 'head and tag the dork
Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I shoulda been a matador
Slap a whore, choke a *****, man, I think I broke her hip
F-F-**** her 'til she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it
Blanco always faded likе a mother****in' poke n' stick
Ready to snatch a soul, sеal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
I'm smoking bliss, turn a ****boy into mist
Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks
Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist
Tighten up my ****in fist, Blanco never ****in' miss
Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach
All these crystals on my *****
Align her chakras while we ****in', rearranging all her plumbing
All these suckas think they stuntin' but they really just lame
Spittin' out flames, *****, I bang Grey
*59 'til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried
I-I-I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high
All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie
Always bring the storm, yeah Blanco blackin' out the sky
[Break: Wetto]
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, mother****er (Wetto)
[Verse 2: Wetto]
Give it how these haters want it, break a ***** up on it
Yung Slick walking coma, as I smoke the *********
It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a ***** wait
Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate
I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'
Glock grippin', p-p-pop a clip in have your mind spinning
Spine bending, bloody linens in your mom kitchen
Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lending
Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile
Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me **** her brain tissue
I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still, I can't miss you
Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you
Same issues, playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers
I go gung ho with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker
Last offer, hear the Devil talkin' to me often
**** a coffin, when I die, just burn me in a foreign
Wetto Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter
You a larp with no heart, just tuck head under
You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer
Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble
[Outro]
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, mother****er
**** that