作曲 : Scott Arceneaux Jr/Aristos Petrou
Creeping out the ****ing tomb
Lil' $lick been cursed since the womb
Riding in the Vette in the projects
Couple pills in me with a ****ed tec
Trigger finger itching from the Hi-tech
Junkie with a $uicide mindset
Aiming for a ****ing cops head
Murder! murder! murder!
Now they're all dead!
Burning the crucifix
Spit on your grave 'lil b***h
$carecrow don't give a ****
Eyes rolling back as I'm whipping the Lac
We the sharks and we smell some blood
Underwater full of slaughter
Grey *59 the gods of horror
Kill the priest and burn the alter
See the greys creeping out the corner
B*****s tryna throw some shade, but I'm shrugging
Throw shade at ruby you gon have to find a way
To block out the sun or something
Now that b***h boy struggling
Mutt in his b***h now that b***h boy wondering
Cut in his wrists got that b***h boy stumbling
All these suckers wanna hate
I ain't gonna lie it makes my ****ing day
If it ****ing escalates hand Yung Simmie a banana clip
Yelling out RIP as the chopper spray
7th Ward lord got a grave full of ****boys buried by the lake
7th Ward lord gotta pay
If you want to be a boss hog instead of a ****ing slave
I'm 'bout whatever you 'bout
These niggas talking just running they're mouth
I'm a block boy I came from the south
I'ma kick it with your girl then I'm kicking her out
Niggas hating on my name when they know what I'm 'bout
I've been that b***h I can be your b***h clout
I was smoking Cali shit thought it was a drought
I been had golds in my mouth
I been Mac'd up
****ed your girl at your house
Had my feet on your couch
Left the condom wrapper out
Rap niggas all talk, **** gossip
I'm a real b***h I be all about my profit
I pull up, do me, you don't do enough
I be smoking OG I be in the cut
Simmie Simmie two times two double cup
If you run up on me I'ma **** you up
B***h what is up?