But Wait, There's More (feat. $uicideboy$)

Yuh, yuh, yuh

I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage

I never been to college

I sever the head of rappers, I pack the Mac-11

To send you to another dimension

Not to mention I pop the Smith and Wesson

With no second-guessing, yo bitch, get to steppin'

Once I get in, you won't get out

Don't want to hear a word out of your mouth

What's up with that pussy, don't doubt me

I can make it squirt while I skrrt in an Audi

Bitch I'm outie after that, Oddy's after that

Touch your Instagram, put you on the map

Don't discriminate, fuck a handicap

No life or death, don't tell me that, bitch

Back in the Golden Days, I was glowing rays

Now I'm soaking in gray from all these fucking growing pains

Keep on throwing shade, you'll meet the fucking shogun's blade

I'm stealing trophies out yo trophy case

Fuck the cards I was dealt, I got a pokerface

To steal an open-base, hoe

Fuck an older age, though, if life's a book

Rip out the last page and roll up the J, hoe

Bitch I'm Yung Plague, no way, I'ma grow fangs

Rip out your throat, ain't saying anything out that hole, mane

Hundred pills bottles on my motherfucking dresser, mane

Couple lil' models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane

I'm the mane that'll make a stain out of your fucking brain

Smoking strain off some strange grain that I can't explain

Fuck the fame, fuck these fucking lames

That's why I isolate, can't relate to none of you motherfuckers

Keep me in my grave, hold up wait

Ducking in the shade, shooting up the H

Stuck at Hell's gate, with Yung Plague and I'm draped in gray