Grayscale

Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch! Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch! Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch! I'm sinking to unknown levels, the devil with no brake pedal Stop all this murder, mo' murder, drugs got me cockin' the burner Run up in your house, duct tape on your mouth Evil shit, hittin' licks, never a drought $uicide Grey59, future is now Lucifer in the flesh, you'd hear the sound $ui, $ui-cide, $uicide! Poppin' these pills, and I'm poppin' these shells Oxy and heron crushed up in a bill Feel like I'm watched by the eyes in the hill $carecrow the menace, but $carecrow don't panic I called on JGRXXN, and they ready to kill Lil Uzi cocked, and he ready to drill Smokin' out, locin' out in a DeVille Roaches swarm around me as I rise and levitate I be the snake of Genesis leading the Exodus to an unknown place And claim it's safe, uh! Gathering sheep to the slaughter, I show 'em the blade Let them pray to the father and sneak up behind them And open their veins, the devil in wolf's clothing Yung Plague attends them demon masquerades But I ain't mask my face I pass the blade and ask to trade their soul for cash and fame I scratch these names off of my list I trash the place and dip back to my pit of ash and bones and hibernate My sack of souls ain't gon' escape Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch! Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch! Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch! Watch me hypnotize you niggas 'cause JGRXXN got that phonk I'm ridin' in a steamer with some bodies in the trunk Jug mane, jug mane, you not the jug, mane False flaggin' niggas, come and catch a blast, mane These Schema-icide niggas always burning up the trunk We runnin' down your lane, I don't pull up I always dunk I never gave a fuck about these niggas wanna play And if you with the shit, please believe we on the way Hustle the maniac Quick attack, you can't relax, you can't relax So on your back, you even know I'd bust your ass Be like fuck the cash but need the cash Hustle passion for the love of bands I kill a man; I rob a man, I be fiendin' bad But damn if I tell you that You be lurkin' in my business fast Like, "The fuck boy, how you doin' that?" Before you know it, I be at your neck Like the dead, he vanish to a mist (hustle!) He see the noose that come up out the group In the trunk we let bodies sit Suicide the way we slittin' wrists Roll the blunt then put it to my lips Torch a car just for the love of chips It's Hustle! G-G-G 59, talking to the devil plot another 'nother crime Elevate above the clouds, looking for the sun When I fell from the heavens was losin' my mind Rip off my wings, and I take off my halo I'm looking for God but didn't find shit So I slept with the devil, I sold my soul quick I was fucking and then-then I made it my bitch Murder suicidal, grippin' the rifle, hand on the Bible Believe in false idols you living in dreams, but I'm stuck in reality thinking of schemes Loss in the darkness where I become heartless I creep through the night, and I keep my blade sharp And I'm stuck in my wave 'Cause I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm throwing my elbows, I'm gettin' too buck Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!