[Verse 1]

666 right on my neck, I livin’ in the fuckin’ hell

Never mercy, never eat a guts from plate, only from the flat

Combinated vendor, 2 sides from the hella

Kill and trade a guts, kill and trade a souls on the same pack (The Art)

Look a like I never cultivated manners, never lose a bad (Bitch)

Bitch, Imma up down the sick

[Bridge]

Wake up, jump on the day

Take him, jump on his head

Give him these girls, but he still fappin’

Tryna run away but you on a facted

Yey, yey, smokin' on 'em in the night (Bag-, ba-)

Rollin' my blunt all night and I cute these bitches from fight (Ba-)

[Pre-Verse]

Baggin' all these dirty bitches and you get a wake up of a bad smellin'

What the fuck you pickin'? Bleedin' in your crib or goin' in the bad trippin'

With the devil son, it's me, bitch

Why you take a blade? For show how you can miss it?

Ay, 187, bitch, I never ever sleepin'

[Verse 2]

Big wall, where's you lead vocal?

Ay, son, are you winnin', son? Fuck your reason's

Ay, fuck your reason's (Fuck it up)