[Verse 1: $lick $loth]

Got four bitches on my digits, AKs in my kitchen

Cocaine on my dishes from my older uncle's business

A minute turns to minutes

A vision turns to visits from a witness on a mission from the Feds that got him snitchin'

Religion of the sixes, turnin' bitches into witches

Got a hit list with a few I wan' lay down up in some ditches

Fuck 'em all, burn them bridges

Sus motherfuckers with a sickness

.45 tucked in my britches

$uicide be the voice of the misfits, hoe

[Verse 2: Yung $now]

$now Leopard creeping, the icicle demon

I'm breathin' this weed in

My gaudy pack freezin', my shawty keep sneezin'

I told her "Yung $now keep it cold like I'm changin' the seasons"

That codeine I'm bleedin'

All of these hoes see me gleamin', I'm leaking gold

We can go see the globe, but need to keep it slow

That was a week ago, she ain't know $now Leopard had at least three or so alter-egos that the Reaper know

Oh no, I keep her so close—now she reach for rope

Tie me up, now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown

My skull started tweaking, my skin started bleeding

My heart stopped its beating

My eyes disappear, now the devil is near

Oh yeah, she feels the fear!