[Verse 1: Yung Mutt]
I'm getting f**ed up I want to die
But I can't decide if it's cause I already f**ing died
f** the police, b**h
I know my f**ing lines
Lines of gun powder
Cocaine in my bullets
Go pick a flower for a pretty b**h
I wouldn't f**ing do it
Smoking on a tree
Something you already knew
Since we asking questions now
Known I don't a-f**ing-prove
Huffing glue
Candle light blue
I thought you knew
[Verse 2: Yung Christ]
Pretty b**hes with me cause I keep this sh** 100
Start to flexing on these b**hes then I get to busting
Sipping Robitussin with my mother f**ing cousin
Got me f**ed up because I do it how they doesn't
Two phone shawty with a b**h on both lines
Two hoes lonely because I never got the time
White trash out the slime
Codeine soda with the lime
On that Japanese time
When I'm smoking on the pine
b**h