I’m that dirty fuckin bastard straight up out that fuckin gutter mane

Leave your fuckin carcass in a ditch the ?

Triple 6 my digits burnin bridges like an arsonist

Twitching out the mags they empty out like they some cartridges

Drop top, chevy ridin like I’m Richard Petty

Mr. Hell just got to meet ya maker turn you to confetti

Tell them coppers come and get me

Tell the reaper that I’m ready

Rip the Glock and hold it steady

Bustin out my fuckin melon

Drop and split you up and make your body multiply

Feed your body to the flies

No take backs, no rewinds

Fuck you and your feelings

I don’t care about your problems

I got my own that I’m dealin with don’t know how i can solve em

Call it selfish I don’t care

Don’t come at me I’m the wrong one

Ay, bitch we lit until the shows done

Picture fuckin perfect bitch we working till the sun dies

You ain’t workin bitch you hurtin close the curtains

Quit the lies