Got a bitch out the sewer, she does something to me

Every time I look her in the eyes, I start to feel shitty

Got a bitch in my Chevy, met her on the levee

We was smokin' and loafin', chokin' and loc'n'

It's that player from the fuckin' 504

White junkie piece of shit, prolly fuckin' your hoe

Got my hand on the wheel, codeine on my lips

Creepin' in the cut, other hand on a bitch

No money no count, just heads to mount

Indo rolled up, put that ass to mouth

Suicidal dreams of dyin' with my team

Dope on the triple beam, Reaper blowin' steam

Charged with possession, my life is depressing

That's why I'm fuckin' all these bitches on the top of their dressers

Yung J-Will, scripts stay filled

No reason to feel, just reason to kill, hoe

I got my hand up the Mona Lisa's skirt

Pussy wetter than when I was pettin' the Virgin Mary

They call it Jesus Christ's birth

Smokin' Frankincense and Myrrh, catch a motherfucker duckin'

Tuck him in the trunk and throw him in the motherfuckin' dirt

Ridin' with the spinners on the hearse, swervin' like I'm fucking hurt

Pull up to the scene and fuckin' lurk, stoned to death then resurrected

Now I'm fuckin' burnt

All I need in this life I live is a rusty fuckin' blade so I can slice my wrists

I don't need no bitch by my side, I'd rather die in a ditch

Creepin' on the other side, end up lightin' a spliff