[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, so

Headshots, nigga

Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]

Straight up out the lion's den, he is I and I am him

Overdosin' daily, when the fuck I'm gon' die again?

Name a nigga that I'm flyer than

You and your set, run and get wet

H'z the clique and, my nigga, we all at your neck

Fuck all the cops, fuck all the opps, nigga, we sit at the top

Lit up the pot, count the gwap, cherry red beamer the drop

She keep on fucking with that powder, her nose full of snot

We take your place, me and my niggas eat, like it or not (Yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 2]

I wrote this shit here in Cobain's garage with a gauge sitting next to me

Got a spanish Courtney Love on X tryna have sex with me

It's what I created

I'm jaded off the fame, you know my fuckin' name

Was flippin' oxycotin when you hit your crack phase

Go to your hood and flex on you like the smack days

I catch these rappers at Starbucks, spit in they frappe

Pussy, yo, yo

This blunt is smelling like dead body, try me

Tough guys, they just turn into robberies

I'm God, body like John Gotti

Rolling with the mob, yeah

Get a yopping, tell that nigga pop off, pussy

[Outro]

This blunt is smelling like (Dead body)

Smelling like (Dead body)

Smelling like (Dead body)

This blunt is smelling like (Dead body)

Smelling like (Dead body)

Smelling like (Dead body)