[Verse]

It's that kid wit the killa flow

Always blowin swisher smoke

Oh my god my wrist so cold

Cartier up in my nose

Creep thru the street wit the murdered out blade, fuck a fade, run up to my face, you won't be okay

Leave em laid, now he dead

Killa thoughts up in my head

I might have to pull a murda bloody blade is drippin red ay

I ain't never scared, I can't fear no death, all these demons in my mind and swisher smoke up in my chest bitch

Lay me with the rest ay

I will never stress, cause they only care about you when you gone and when you dead

I'm down for my set and I'm always down to die

I can't trust a soul cause I know everybody lies

Why they hate?

Why you fuckin fake? I can't chill with snakes, bitch

You ain't trappin nothin quit lyin about that gang shit

Blunts to the face shit, smoke like a Jamaican

Lean all on my dick she lick it off I'm on my based shit