[Verse 1: Big Grieve]

Creepin' out the motherfucking tomb

Lil $lick been cursed since the womb

Ridin' in the 'Vette in the projects

Couple pills in me with a cocked TEC

Trigger finger itchin' from the Hi-Tech

Junkie with a $uicide mindset

Aimin' for a motherfucking cops head

Murder, murder, murder! Now they're all dead (Huh?)

Burnin' a crucifix, spit on your grave, lil' bitch

$carecrow don't give a fuck (Fuck)

Eyes rollin' back as I'm whipping the 'Llac

We the sharks and we smell some, (Blood!)

Underwater full of slaughter

Grey*59 the Gods of horror

Kill the priest and burn the altar

See the grey's creeping out the corner

[Verse 2: Yung Mutt]

Pussy tryna throw some shade, but I'm shruggin'

Throw shade at Ruby

You gon' have to find a way to block out the sun or somethin'

Now that pussy boy strugglin'

Mutt in his bitch, got that pussy boy wonderin'

Cut in his wrists got that pussy boy stumblin', uh, yeah

All these suckers wanna hate, I ain't gon' lie it makes my fuckin' day

If it fucking escalates, hand Yung Simmie a banana clip

Yelling out "R.I.P" as the chopper spray, ayy

7th Ward Lord got a grave full of fuckboys buried by the lake

7th Ward Lord gotta pay if you wanna be a boss hog instead of a fucking slave

[Verse 3: Yung Simmie]

I'm 'bout whatever you 'bout

These niggas talking just running their mouth

I'm a block boy, I came from the south

I'ma kick it with your girl, then I'm kicking her out

Niggas hating on my name, when they know what I'm 'bout

I've been that nigga, I can be your bitch clout

I was smoking Cali weed, thought it was a drought?

I been had golds in my mouth

I been MAC'd up

Fucked your girl at your house

Had my feet on your couch

Left the condom wrapper out

Rap niggas all talk, fuck gossip

I'm a real nigga, I be all about my profit

I pull up, do me, you don't do enough

I be smoking OG, I be in the cut

Simmie, Simmie, two times, two double cup

If you run up on me, I'ma fuck you up

Nigga, what is up?