Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Mars
Vocals
Norman Atomic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cock that Glock, then I pop, pop, pop
All the bodies drop in my drop-top
Holler fuck cops, 'cause I won't ever stop
Hit the Benz, and I pop that lock
Screamin', "Motherfucker the law", while I ride around the block
Bitch, I'm so fuckin' sick with the shit that I spit
Watch 'em all get hit, 'till I fuckin' get rich
Motherfuckers know what it is
$uicide, give a fuck about life, bitch, I'm ready to die
$crim ain't shy, $crim just high
Fuck all y'all busters, ain't shit in my eyes
Brain on fried, Columbine mind
To kill all you fuckers and piss on your mothers
Call it what you want, and call it how you see
One thing I know, y'all ain't fuckin' with me
One thing I know, y'all ain't fuckin' with me, bitch
[Verse 2]
If it was up to me, I would fuck it up
Fuck everythin' and bust a nut
Yung Mutt never smiles, got to cut me one
On my flip phone, dialin' 911
I need a pick me up, so come and pick me up
So I can pick me up about sixty bucks worth of sticky nugs
Just a quick re-up, then I'm up, up, and away
Bitch, I'm grey, take me to my fuckin' grave
Bitch, I'm broke
Like the bone in your back, get the fuck up off my wave
Let me drown in peace, bitch
Bring a gun to the beach, bitch
Blow my brains away
Grey matter scattered in the sand, surfing blood-soaked waves
[Verse 3]
(I been smokin', I been drinkin')
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.

