[Intro]

Dark sample, go, go, go, go, go

Invest the Johnny Liquor on the beat, -beat

[Verse]

Creepin' as a grim I got 211 thing

Lay 'em down without the kills, make 'em feelin' somethin' real

Stitch his lips together, let the needle be a heavy sting

Watching how he's twitchin' like a bird without a fuckin' wing (Ooh-ooh)

Do your bitch just call me? Every time she callin' for the "sick"

Feel like USB when these bitches askin': "You-, you SB?" (Scratch Pimp)

Split in 2 half a sack, ridin' with somebody cracked

9800, she called him like "Honey"

No reason for me to feel no fuckin' sad (98, gang, -gang)

Bitch