[Verse 1: Young Chri$t]
Swangin' in that '64
Ridin' with a dead ho
b**h I'm from that murder block
Don't give a f** bout gettin' caught
It's time to meet yo maker
Undertaker of the murder clan
Don't f** with mark a** b**hes
Send them off up in a ambulance
$chema boys and $uicide
co*k it back it's do or die
Time to make some momma's cry
I fantasize bout homicide
Creepin' in the cemetery
Knuckin' buckin' with tha Cherry
p**y boys don't f** with fairies
Blood all on me like I'm Carrie
Red rum
Red rum
Chop his body put him in the bag
Murder
Murder
Every time that '45 blast
Lame a** b**hes, I'm the devils ba*tard
(When I catch ya mark a** slippin')
I'ma blast ya
[Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord]
Well it's that ammo-dodgin
In all camouflage and I'm just flodgin
Loafin
Smokin
Chokin potent in my coffin
Loking
Toking up
I'm coughing
Broken
Hoping that I'm overdosing
Toting Glocks but never poking soaking thots
I'm sure you not the b**h I said you was
But you still a p**y boy
Yusa boy
Yusa p**y boy
Shout out JGRXXN and them schema boys
$uicideboy$ for life
*59 and Hustle Family tight
f** a copyright I'll let you bite as much as you want
Light the blunt
Fahrenheit I stunt
f**ing stuffing bodies in the trunk and then I f**ing grunt
You saying Oddy front because I f**ed your b**h you punk
[Verse 3: JGRXXN]
See that say n***a say he hard but i don't believe him
He so full of bulk, i ain't ever seen him
See it's JGRXXN with them $uicideBoy$
And we in that hoop ride
We bendin corners mane
Bout to make a stang
When you see the black rain you gon' feel the pain
See you's a p**y boy i took your p**y boy
She s**in on my dick while I press record