[Intro]

Uh-huh

(It’s Aiden on the track)

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Me and my brotha evil like Carti and Uzi

I got vampire teeth, they look like V’s

Not Gucci, not Louis — I'm talkin' double V’s

Bitch, we make 'em bleed

Two Bloods in here, and we ain’t sick

But bitch, we throwin' up B’s

Make 'em bleed

Make 'em cough up blood, from too many shots to the gut

AK like Rambo, look like a Tommy Gun — make 'em tummy tuck

(Yeah)

Why we sniffin' blow?

Oh, I don’t know — 'cause I need my Christmas, sniffin' snow

Watch yo mouth when you talk to me, boy — we'll leave you in a blood scene

I’m the star, but they can’t see

'Cause I fell off the top of the Bhristmas tree

(Yeah, bitch)

Boy, my lowest been yo peak

Nigga, you a faggot and a Family Guy — my Lois been yo Pete

(Ah-hah)

Get that? 'Cause I fucked her while she fucked you wit' a peg — you a Meg

[Verse 2]

They on the other side of the world — nah, they not close to me

(No) Nobody can fuck wit' me

(Bitch)

Death’s a handout, I’m waitin' for mine

So I don’t got a problem killin' for free

I don't got a problem killin' these freaks

Oh yeah, we'll kill 'em for free

I’m hangin' with weirdos, I’m hangin' with freaks — they just like me

These broke niggas plumbin', movin' shit for change

Me and my brother kill, move bodies for K

Like the Mario brothers

We boolin' red, we boolin' A, we boolin' K

I'll kill for my brother, I'll kill for the green

It ain’t personal, bitch — that’s just how it be

(C'mon man, let it go)

I’m from Chicago, I’m a B from the C

When the scene get hot, that’s when we flee

We on fleet — choppa got 'em on his feet

I hang 'round demons, talkin' 6s

They them Drake-type niggas — none of us broke

Our banks got hella digits

Stop comparin' your path to mine

I ain't even look your way or hear ya music — to me, you just a mime

I'm competin' against myself to be the best

There ever was, and ever will be

(Ever will be, ever will be, ever will be, ever will be, ever will be)

B-L-O-O-D

(Forever)

[Verse 3]

Bitch, do whatever to get to my cheese

Bitch, whatever I need to find my peace

Bitch, whatever I need to fix my restless soul

I’m tryna sleep and catch some Z’s

Gucci hat on me like Scrooge McDuck's bill

Only get big bills

Sent a couple grand to eat out — that’s a big meal

Only like the Benjamin’s, Mr. Franklin — get in my pocket

I don’t do the blue bills, I do the red bills

I take the red pill

(He a opposition)

Best believe my Glock’ll go outta its way to pop the blue pills

(BLOW, BLOW, BLOW)

Seen him on TV — that was in school

Channel 1, he said he was gon' kill shit

Bill Nye — the last thing he seen

Before I made that bomb like Oppenheim

This beat really bomb like Oppenheim

My intellect on another level like Einstein or Kanye

Like "Achtung, Schweine"

Look at my wrist — Versace watch

Look at my neck — expensive rock

Look in the peephole — see the barrel of my gun and get fuckin' popped

Dead bodies spazzin', OD

Huh-buh, huh-buh, I wanna rock

Like that Uzi boy, bitch, Zombie Rob

Off a Perc 30 nation — I’m sippin' that zombie wock

This shit yellow and orange like it got piss in it

Hydrocodone Polistirex

I’m a RockStar — I wear black and white like I’m in KISS, lil' bitch

I’m so fuckin' restless, I’m done with this rap shit

Ima take a rest, bitch

And Ima leave this beat open

Someone finish the rest of this

[Outro]

"Ay, yo bro come finish this"

Nah, fuck that bitch — this is where I finish it

I'm finished, bitch

I'm Finning this — Fin

(Fin, fin, fin, fin, fin, fin, fin)