[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
You say you flipping dope in the trap with your ho
But see I’m bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner talking this and that
Triple 6 in the sticks with a soulja rag
$uicide B O Y ain’t no compromise
Walking round looking like I’m from Columbine
Homicide’s glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you f**ing walking round
Me and Oddy catching bodies then we rolling gaudy
Always foggy when I’m creeping black all on my body
You say you driving Maserati but I call your bluff
Always murder then I rob ’em money ain’t enough
No money ain’t enough
[Verse 2: Hu$tle God]
Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shoot
Just take this Nine, and plead defense, but my life I will protect
[?] selfish [?] .45 [?] chest
I’ll have you running, man, I guess that’s why you so upset
You think you’re hard, huh, li’l boy, say you with the sh**s
Until [?] and run all your chips
[?] on the floor [?]
Then put the lights in his eyes, Bury a snitch
[?]
A couple bands’ll have [?], don’t push me
The hustle god ain’t with the chitter-chatter, boy what’s happening?
We talkin’? Li’l boa, we can make it happen
It’s nothin’
[Verse 3: Yung Mutt]
Back in all black
b**h, Give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack
And that’s that crack in the pack
b**h I need to back track
Real talk need a track back?
Ima need the cash
Ima need the weed
Need to ash
Ima need the green
That’s dope and money
Smoking honey
All mac pack in a black cadillac
Ain’t no thing funny
Ain’t no handouts, ain’t no biting
Stick your hand out, I’ll start slicing
Advicing sacrificing all you lice and I start pricing
I’m tasting ice and lemonade in paradise
I’m icing Sprite and lean enticing me til I KO I might be Tyson