Crime Scene YCK (Ft. Seanny Sol)

[Verse 1: YCK]
Bitches with double A’s running their mouths
But no I’m not talking bout batteries
They try to pave a new lane to get clout
But I don’t remember that mattering
Death of the globe, letting chaos ensue
Rituals and all these seances due
Nothing but havoc, I torch em' like maverick
I’m copping bandanas, say fuck to a camera
Age of the internet, all the ways intersect
Paths that I’ve taken have ended up incorrect
Postеd up inside a clinic
I murder careers of thesе wannabe types, I’m a cynic
Pop and I drank these pills, they take shape
Of my motherfucking guts, no shame to break bank
Passed out cold, no way to stay awake
And then you can see me tripping and faded up onstage

[Chorus: YCK]
Pulled up, chalk been drawn, it’s like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded, bitch I might be
We don’t roll with you, it’s just a nuisance
Fake care bout' the shit that you’re producing
Pulled up, chalk been drawn, it’s like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded, bitch I might be
We don’t roll with you, it’s just a nuisance
Fake care bout' the shit that you’re producing