I'm geeked up, I might die on deadly psychedelics

Paper cuts, I'm counting relish

Bitch I bust my motherfuckin wrist, this shit look like a relic

And I know who caught that fuckin body, ain't no way I'm tellin

Told my brother dump him in that water, you can fucking smell it

Triple K, that choppa Kurt Cobain, I'm kamikaze crazy

I don't give no fucks bout who I hit, bitch I might kill a baby

Bitch I give a toast to all my drank, cuz that's the shit that made me

We got dope inside the fucking trap, bitch you can come and shave it

These **** throwing shots, they sending signals, think they want some pressure

I got guns, money, sex, drugs, I ain't even tryna impress ya

Saw that bitch, I fucked her at the club and forgot to text her

Bitch I'm in the lab I'm with my thugs, you can call me Dexter

I'm recording and my speech slurred

I might die, can't even speak words

Bitch I'm tryin, I just see blurs

She so fine, wanna see her

Cut that line, always be first

You not tryin, you just be hurt

Get that .9, you can see hers

Bitch I almost blacked the fuck out

Give me my drank, might pass the fuck out

Wave that flag, we crash the fuck out

I don't want her, I passed to fuck her

I'm a grimy motherfucker

Bitch I'm bloody, color covered

Pop a X then take another

Booted up bitch I can hover

ARP done killed your brother

Chozen fuckin up the summer

Got no heart bitch I done suffered

Them folks said I'm too insane, I need a straight jacket

She like zombie, give me brain, my bitch so damn ratchet

Bitch don't say my name in vain, I might come and wack you

They not fuckin with my gang, not even in this bracket

I got Abercrombie and ALYX for all my bitches

I ain't even touch a milly yet, young **** still been wishing

All my brother keep a Glock on them, they keep them switches

Test your luck lil bitch, you end up dead and you'll go missing

The way I'm zombie'd out I could've been on Walking Dead

I ain't have no Tech today, I filled it up with Wock and Red

You ain't hit this trap before, I know that you a walking fed