[Intro: Sickboyrari]

Slit, slit, slit

Time, real slit shit like... grr

Glatt, grrah (Brrr)

Phew

[Chorus: Sickboyrari]

Real vamp, might grow some fangs

Feel like Bladee, gon' make 'em drain

With my shooters, switchin' lanes

Ain't doing no switchin' off that lane

Sold yo' soul for a lil' fame

Shawty bad, yeah, lil' frame

Camaro coupe, yeah, big frame

I'm with some glimes that's insane (Phew, brrr)

Damn (Insane)

.40 hanging, I can't tuck it

We on fire like an oven

Vampire hanging with my brother

She a thottie, I still love her

Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover

These boys moving undercover

Draining shit, feel like Bladee

Draining likе them boys in Sweden

Shooting on molly and I bе geeking

Know we stepping like new sneakers

Don't want no smoke? Turn off the heater

[?]

Yeah, they need to free my cousin [?]

[Verse 1: Sickboyrari]

They need to free my cuz' out pronto

They don't want no smoke like final

With some glimes that do you shiesty

Know we steppin' like new Nikes

KTS, you know we on site

Camaro coupe, I been on ridin'

Real vamp, know how we gleedin'

Tunnel vision, no opp we seein'

If you need some lean, [?]

Pour it too, same color red beam

Can't trust no thotty, these hoes [?]

Real hood vamp, hit the scene, we gleedin'

Goth shit, hit the scene, we gleedin'

KTS, hit the scene, we gleedin'

[Chorus: Sickboyrari]

Real vamp, might grow some fangs

Feel like Bladee, gon' make 'em drain

With my shooters, switchin' lanes

Ain't doing no switchin' off that lane

Sold yo' soul for a lil' fame

Shawty bad, yeah, lil' frame

Camaro coupe, yeah, big frame

I'm with some glimes that's insane (Phew, brrr)

.40 hanging, I can't tuck it

We on fire like an oven

Vampire hanging with my brother

She a thottie, I still love her

Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover

These boys moving undercover

Draining shit, feel like Bladee

(Draining like them boys in Sweden)

(Shooting on molly and I be geeking)

(Know we stepping like new sneakers)

(Don't want no smoke? Turn off the heater)

([?])

(Yeah, they need to free my cousin [?])

[Verse 2: Hunned Mill]

Gleedin', shynin' with the glime

Free my dawgs up out the pound

Bless the guys that hold it down

From [?] to downtown

I'm prolly always showin' off

Turn this lifestyle to some art

Always pull the calling card

Call that [?] but called it off

I guess I had a change of heart

But I went for it I ain't playing cards

All this new new, state of art

Onto our ears don't pay no part

But I'm hurt from breaking hearts

Now there's shit I can't take back

She's so bad that shit went bad

Couldn't switch up on my last

[?] had Making from wearin' masks

I'm good but my bitches bad

I pull up, these niggas sad

I pull up, these bitches glad

I pull up like shootin' tres

[Chorus: Sickboyrari]

Real vamp, might grow some fangs

Feel like Bladee, gon' make 'em drain

With my shooters, switchin' lanes

Ain't doing no switchin' off that lane

Sold yo' soul for a lil' fame

Shawty bad, yeah, lil' frame

Camaro coupe, yeah, big frame

I'm with some glimes that's insane (Phew, brrr)

Damn (Insane)

.40 hanging, I can't tuck it

We on fire like an oven

Vampire hanging with my brother

She a thottie, I still love her

Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover

These boys moving undercover

Draining shit, feel like Bladee

(Draining like them boys in Sweden)

(Shooting on molly and I be geeking)

(Know we stepping like new sneakers)

(Don't want no smoke? Turn off the heater)

([?])

(Yeah, they need to free my cousin [?])

[Outro: Sickboyrari]

They need to free my-