[Intro: JAYCREEP]
Yuh
Aye
[Verse 1: JAYCREEP]
*Broke motherfucker tryna hit a lick
Online being tough as shit*
But in the flesh you gon' fold
Kill or be killed is what I've been told
Tryna act funny, bitch you gon' get trolled
Diego on the beat, my wigga don't bend
Tired of my job, that shit dead end
Let's get check
I'm tryna spend
*Rather be sad in a Benz truck
Lately just been my dumb luck*
Fuck
Don't get in my way
You think you're the wave
You're only the prey
Hoe
I be the ocean
Full of emotion
Give me the potion
To feel the motion
Six, six, six bitch you know what it is
You ain't talkin' money then I don't hear shit
Tryna get the fast car
All carbon fiber
While my pockets wider
Dress in designer
Just to die nicer
You stay flexin'
All of that lame shit
I'm decomposing in Gucci
Worms thinking I'm boujee
You ain't talking money, then I don't hear shit
You ain't talking money, then I don't hear shit
You ain't talking money, then I don't hear shit
[ Lil Ghost , Intro ]
*Yuh
Yuh
(Lil HellRazer)
Aye, Lil Ghost*
(Yuhhh)
Aye!
[Verse 2: Lil Ghost]
I got Balenciaga on my toes
Bitch you know my neck and wrist, it stay froze (Burrr!)
Been rockin' that Gucci
Rockin' that Louis
Yo bitch she a rat
Look like Ratatouille
Got lean in my cup
You all know I'm up
Been catching them Xans
Fuego got them bands
Been rockin' with demons since 200666 (Six, six, six!)
Satan's whispers in my ear telling me crucifix
Syrup drip down my lip when I'm hitting these licks
Pussyboi get no-scoped with them extendo clips (Argh!)
Leave yo ass in the dirt (Brrt!)
Keep the stick by my hips
If you think I'm just talking
Just know I don't miss
Shoot em, (Bop! Bop! Pop! Bap!)
Skrrt! (Skrrt)
Skrrt off in the Lamb
Skrrt! (Skrrt)
My ni***s go ham (Aye you know bitch!)
We smokin' all grams
Backwoods in my hands
Two blunts to the face, and I ain't beat the case
And I ain't did the race, I just put y'all to place
I tie up your career like I do my shoelace
Underworld overlord swing a fiery mace
And I swing it at your head, melt your face off (Face off!)
Call me Future, bitch I call that shit 'Mask Off' (Mask off!)
Poured a pint of the lean, but with no cough *cough*
Dressed in all white, match the whip, then I takeoff (Ahahaha!)
[Outro]
(Death in Designer)
(Death in Designer)
Death in designer
Death in designer
We death in designer
We smokin' the finer
Smokin' the finer
Smokin' the finer
We death in designer
We death in designer
Dress down in designer
We death in designer
We death in designer
Bitch