[Intro]

This for the real

Uhh

[Verse 1: Carullo]

I do this shit gory

Bitches know the name but not the story

Smith & Wesson weapon with no warning (Grrr)

Bodies always dropping in the coffin he ain’t snoring (Nah)

Wake up with the killers I don’t get to see the morning

Red upon the canvas

Rollie on the ratchet

Reaching for the trigger now it’s come to be a habit

Moose knuckle jacket wasn’t magic made it happen

Static in the attic with a semi automatic (Now I got ‘em like)

Please

Check your phone

Check your phone

Police

Arrest them bros

Arrest them go

Leave a message at the tone

But you all alone

Thieves

Adios

Jumpin out the low low

If you ain’t talkin' money what you talking about

If you ain’t talkin' loudly what you talking about

If you ain’t talkin' Audi’s what you talking about

If you ain’t talkin' ‘bout me what you talking about (Uhh)

Boom

Boom

Trapping with my crew

Jumping out the coupe

Rover not the moon

Looney as the tunes

Shepherd till it’s 2

Hit a lick

Soft

Keep a glizzy with the goons

Fucked up brain from my past and my fears

I can’t bear to see my momma shed another tear

I do it for the realest that been with me 15 years

I can’t have another one my brothers up in here with all these

[Chorus: Carullo]

Spirits, dead people, triggers, phantoms and wraiths

Homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate

She work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake

Afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates

Spirits, dead people, triggers, phantoms and wraiths

Homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate

She work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake

Afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates

[Verse 2: Carullo]

Ain’t the same person that I was before (Nah)

I ain’t afraid of death like I was before (Nah)

I would chase a killer down like you would think I was an athlete

I skippady dippady flippady rip it but never get up in a trap suite

I pack heat

In the back seat

With a little bit of bands and a baggy

In the back streets

When they all try to bag me

Cops try to attack me got ‘em like

Please

Can’t show that petite to the police

Before they leave

Middle fingers higher, they increase

Blanging

Hanging

I’m singing

Trap phone ringing (Brrr)

Bando let the the gang in

Ru ru banking (Rrrr)

Ruger get to banging (Grrr)

Uzi get the thanking (Ba)

Blue print get to planning

Smoking for the gaza

Slaughter with a choppa

Shordy finna top when I get off in Mississauga

Tell em homie face your fears

You better erase them tears

Accelerate reclaim them years

Up that bloody cup and say a cheers now

[Chorus: Carullo]

Spirits, dead people, triggers, phantoms and wraiths

Homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate

She work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake

Afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates

Spirits, dead people, triggers, phantoms and wraiths

Homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate

She work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake

Afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates

[Verse 3: Carullo]

Paranormal activity as you sleep

Figures floating by your bed side near your feet

Poltergeist life fuzzy channels on the screen

Demons burn you up, scratch your brain ain’t a dream

Eh

Diamond flooded teeth

Born under the T

Devil smoking reef

Reef

Reef

Reef

Jeeze

Faded as I bleed

I can’t feel my body

All this light that I don’t need

‘Cause I’ve been so naughty this Christmas

I swear I asked for a biscuit

I’m rolling up on my wish list

Guess you can say that I’m twisted

Just like a blunt to a stoney

Low key I’m Smokey's coyote

Ceremony on the cold streets

I keep a pole in the stollie

While Imma stroll with a rollie

I need a trophy a tony

You an imposter a phoney

Everyone say they your homie

With me I’m still feeling lonely

I pop a cop to get going

I went from holy to only

Floating cozy with all my demons screaming

[Chorus: Carullo]

Spirits, dead people and wraiths

Homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate

She work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake

Afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates

Spirits, dead people, triggers, phantoms and wraiths

Homies suffocating but that lambo drawer is they fate

She work it bad for a fella, throw my friends on her cake

Afterlife won’t be walking in through doors yeh them gates

[Outro]

Uhh

Young Rullo on the beat