Verse: Crackhead Johnny on a quest for his next hit

You know the next suck on a glass dick & his next lick

He on the steps in the projects he need some bread quick

& I ain’t breakfast there’s only rocks on his checklist

Now he plotting to sticky profit in Billy pockets

& Johnny been watching, he know about 9 o’clock

When they close up shop, Billy jump in his ride

& head to a hottie crib, around the corner from his mommy live, he got this shit

9’oclock hits, Billy crew done left the corner

They gone need a coroner, Johnny’s convinced this guy’s a goner

Now Billy’s off to the Shawty crib to end his night

& Johnny’s off to the Shawty crib to end his life

Now Johnny creeping in the bushes like a dirty fuck

With dirty thoughts, Johnny’ll kill a nigga for 30 bucks

Proceeded up the driveway to the nice house

Black hoodie on mean mugging with his knife out

Snuck around the back by the time they turned all the lights out

Back window got visual to the front door

Alarm box, green light on means the alarm’s not

It’s on pops, Johnny Boutta catch a body right now

Open up the patio door, quietly, silently

He’s a thief in the night with a knife in time for the robbery

Creeping through kitchen, game face on a mission

He know where they At cause upstairs the Tv playing the simpsons

Plot twisted, plot thickened, change the play

Johnny made a mistake cause Billy got surveillance tape

Billy done peeped the camera system now there’s anger in him

A bit of confusion Johnny used to be his man’s in prison

Until he hit the streets, & then he, put the pipe to his lips

& started tripping & fell victim to hard addiction

A stickup kid, a kid that do stickups he robbing niggas

Til he changed from robber to gun popper he popping niggas

That being said Johnny brought a knife to the gun fight

Knowing that Billy strapped he not the only one that bust pipes

Billy handed a strapped to his girl & told her bitch get ready

Johnny approaching the bedroom door, Billy palms are sweaty

Billy swung open the door & pick the gat up

He blast one in his cap & shouted at him “you a fag son”

Put the gat to his dick eater & hit another

Closed casket forgot that Billy could be a sick fucker

Billy Shawty under the cover beside the bed

She took a peek & peeped a tattoo on Johnny’s hand

Started screaming, crying, repeating you shot him dead

He didn’t expect, Crackhead Johnny his bitches brother

BANG, BANG, shot Billy hit fatal

BANG, BANG, you shot my brother, I fucking hate you

BANG, BANG, she got no family, nothing to lose now

Double homicide, suicide on the news now