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Outside in an all black ride

Tint rolled up when I'm high

Said they all wanna live but I just wanna die

Motherf**ker if you're looking for me find me in the night

I got a knife don't want to fight

I want to take your f**king life and end it right on sight

When I strike if you bark better bite

Block hot f**k the cops

Pop a 6 shot Glock

Then I trot to the rocks with me own blood clot

Red dot bodies drop when I cock then I spot

No tomb no plot throw them off of the yacht

Undocked with the slot of the skull hanging in the f**king river oh

Suicide 666 59 so cynical

Got a pound in the blunt I'm loungin'

Pour another round I'm drownin'

Climb to the top I will jump off the mountain

Swervin' swervin' in a motherf**king all white Crown Vic

Blue lights mounted Siren howlin'

Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid

Got the town lit up by the flames that I made from my grey serenade

Make way for the Plague

On the 7th day grey bodies lay in their graves

Still got the badge still got the gun

Still got the patch still got the stun

Still got the cash b**ch I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I

Yuh yuh yuh

South side suicide kill yourself ho

Say you gettin' money but your numbers don't show

You a liar baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire

For anyone that's tryna get by us

I been thinkin' a lot

I see these rappers tryna get at my spot

Robb told me you gotta get it how you live

Told that b**ch you better get up out my biz

Pickle breath a** ho with a face like his

You don't want no issue with

Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue

I got anxiety so I can't really do an interview

Don't come close to me

I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'sposed to be

Independent tell the label to get over me

I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank

Before I bring her to the crew make sure that b**ch don't stink

Ain't no rules to the game talk how you want

Walk how you want my job is the sh*t

I used to clean up sh*t from the rim of the toilet

Now I'm gettin' money young I don't gotta pack a pistola

Okay maybe cause jealousy make a man go crazy

Money make a motherf**ker hate me

One thousand b**ches they all wanna date me