Gucci Coffin

Ooof Hey there demons, it's me, yeah boy First things first guys I just gotta say fuck normies Uh, I'm sick of their memes I'm sick of their shitty normie fucking memes They're posting on facebook Their stupid "Catch me outside" memes Their pickle rick memes, man fuck normies! When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin' Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin' Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome, uh Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist Not enough ball my fist Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist Not enough ball my fist Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt Yeah, light it up when I come out the grave Gonna get my revenge, it'll be depraved I'll be you chasing you down Make 'em beg and plead "no" Got nothin' to lose at the end of my ropes Like this, they don't know what I'ma do Boy, you better duck when a man come through With an AR you're on my radar Ain't nobody gonna help you no safeguard, yeah Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist Not enough ball my fist Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist Not enough ball my fist Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin' Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin' Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome, uh Lost inside my thoughts I just might hit the fucking bottom I ain't got hope left in my heart I just might hit the fuckin' bottle It's just me and all I got is me that is all I need in the middle of The bed I see the paper in my dreams Every day is a God damn struggle Fuck it anything to help me? Nothing-nothing Tossing and turning my stomach is churning I call out to god but I'm better off burning I wish I could end it, I wish I could end it I'm hanging on by a thread lets not pretend that I'm fine I'm losing my God damn mind, yeah I'm losing my God damn mind When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin' Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin' Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often I ain't need a gold chain 'cause we're too damn awesome Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist Not enough ball my fist Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt Slit my wrists fill the cup, can't co-exist Not enough ball my fist Throw it up, kill the kids let death erupt Wow! That was a very evil track I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to really go in I apologize but-but like God damn Woof