Tell me what you know
'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom
With a gold grill gleamin', makin all these hoes problems
Stalker, creepin', out the fuckin' dungeon
Switchblade on 'em hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin
30 rounds of the clip off rip
Too thick with the stick bet I won't miss
Lil' Slick real sick, don't talk shit
Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish
$uicide, night time, no we don't fight crime, oh
It's the grey 5-9 with the real red eyes and we dying inside, oh
Bodies in fluoride let the rope untie just crucify me
Yung Christ wrists sliced couple hoes on ice singing R.I.P