When I wake up, getting fly

Get fly, til I die

Get fried, ‘til I die

Get fried until I die

I’m with my shooters

I’m with my shooters

If you talk down, imma shoot yah

Imma shoot yah

Pull up in some sh*t you never seen that’s gon confuse yah

Taking Perkys and Promethazine, n***a I’m a loser

I remember riding on a school bus

Now I’m popping pills that look like a school bus

N***as talking sh*t, n***a, imma shoot yah

When you see me, turn to stone, like Medusa

Turn a n***a into smoke, like some Hookah

I was tryna be a Hooper

I was too short to be a Hooper

She suck the soul out the d**k, like a Cobra

She suck the soul (soul)

She suck the soul (soul)

She suck the soul (soul)

She suck the soul (soul)

She suck the soul (soul)

She suck the soul (the soul)

Tripping off a- uh *mumbling*