Phil in the back sniffing K
I been chilling with mary and jane like all day
Sippin that wok sippin yae
Yea your bitch sip my nut like that shit lemonade
Bitch this crew camo no this is not bape
I be smoking on ammo, be lifted like Jake
Eat ass then mof*ckin skate
Thats a young nigga thing maybe y'all can relate
Diamonds they dancing my pistol
Sage shoot you like missle, and know he not missin
The opps unforgiven cuz they start a ritual
Of terror, depression, your vitals go missing
I dice you up leave you in ditches and cabins
I'm feelin unstable, maybe its the xanax
Or maybe its cuz all the outcomes aligning
And they all end up with your bitch ego dying
Then come the rap game
I'll murder that, kurt kobain
If young nigga caught movin packs
Hold down my spot and you know i stay true to that
I'll start a mosh and you will leave in a body bag
Known to pop rock nigga know I sip dirty
I'm up in yo trap and im sippin a 30
I'm chillin with Morty, I keep me the 44
Keep me the caliber up on my waist
Bitch nigga snitch on my gang what you doin
You thought that we wouldn't, but nigga you clueless
My dog they be ruthless, they leave yo ass toothless
All gummy and washed up, they'll f*ck up yo face
Best call yo priest, exorcision
Im trappin I keep me a piece for precision
Cus my blade be quite messy when i be out dishin
I'll hook you in bring ya real close like im fishing
Bless Jake for the one time my brother be hittin
The wood while we whippin shit up in the kitchen
Pop off for the gang cuz I really be reppin
When we pullin up we count bands in your section