[Verse 1: yuke]
I'm mentally thrown, just look at my eyes
Look at my eyes, no soul inside
Trap at night, no soul in sight
Hop on a [?] to peek through the site
Niggas is slow so they gonna die
Short-haired bitch, she look like a dyke
Emo bitch, she rockin' the thighs
Yee-hee on the block, no Mike
Nigga got shot, the za' don't bite
Actually it might 'cause zaza be laced
I fuck on a ho, say a day is a day
I touch bread, we cannot relate
Back of the plug, we use him as bait
Got all the pounds, got all the shade
Tall nigga runnin' yo' shit and he take
Crash-out dummy, yeah, I'll beat your face
He ain't really tryna die, okay?
I ain't raw but he just gavе it away
Fuck nigga knew to not be a snake
[?], it feel likе earthquake
You ain't comin' back, you get hit with this shit
Practice the aim, make sure I can't miss
Reach in the bag, extended my clip
Sit in that whip, now that boy is rich
Scratch off, take that boy off the list
I don't need pills to hit me a lick
Twelve minutes over, you spendin' ya shit
Shots fired, got dead in ya shit
Walked down to that deli and shit
Fuck all that talkin', that shot goin' in
Niggas is shootin' for Angel and Jinn (Fuck, fuck, fuck)
Fuck, we put his ass in a gym
Walk downhill, see this shit in my hand
Shit in my hand and we made niggas ran
I'm mentally thrown, just look at my eyes
Look at my eyes, no soul inside
Trap at night, no soul in sight
Hop on a [?] to peek through the site
Niggas is slow so they gonna die
Short-haired bitch, she look like a dyke
Emo bitch, she rockin' the thighs
Yee-hee on the block, no Mike
Nigga got shot, the za' don't bite
Actually it might 'cause zaza be laced
I fuck on a ho, say a day is a day
I touch bread, we cannot relate
Back of the plug, we use him as bait
Got all the pounds, got all the shade
Tall nigga runnin' yo' shit and he take
Crash-out dummy, yeah, I'll beat your face
He ain't really tryna die, okay?
I ain't raw but he just gavе it away
Fuck nigga knew to not be a snake
[?], it feel likе earthquake
You ain't comin' back, you get hit with this shit
Practice the aim, make sure I can't miss
Reach in the bag, extended my clip
Sit in that whip, now that boy is rich
Scratch off, take that boy off the list
I don't need pills to hit me a lick
Twelve minutes over, you spendin' ya shit
Shots fired, got dead in ya shit
Walked down to that deli and shit
Fuck all that talkin', that shot goin' in
Niggas is shootin' for Angel and Jinn (Fuck, fuck, fuck)
Fuck, we put his ass in a gym
Walk downhill, see this shit in my hand
Shit in my hand and we made niggas ran
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