(Yeah, f**k)

(Should a n**a plan a hit)

(Or grab my pistol grip)

(And take care my business)

('Cause they don't know who they f**' with)

(Should a n**a plan a hit)

(Or grab my pistol grip)

(And take care my business)

('Cause they don't know who they f**' with)

(Yeah, f**k)

I think tonight is a good night to die

Spent most of my life tryna hide

I've tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds

Lose track of time

Pull back the tide (tide)

Isolating inside of the hive (hive)

Ready to die (die)

In hell I arrive (rive)

Leave nothing behind

But empty Backwoods packs (yeah, f**k)

Raised by the last wolfpack

Yung Mutt in attack mode

Taking off the sheep head mask

Everything I touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt 'til it's black

Now I got horns on my head

Ain't made out of brass

I got horns on my head

Like a certain zodiac (yeah)

(Should a n**a plan a hit)

(Or grab my pistol grip) ($ui, $ui, $ui)

(And take care my business) ($ui, $ui, $ui)

('Cause they don't know who they f**' with) (yeah yeah, yeah)

AK toting

C**e toasting

Hoodlum from that Northside

Frequent overdoser

I'm tiptoeing right through Hell's fire

Break the law or break your jaw

Don't any m**r come close to me!

F**k your cause and f**k your boys

If you really wanna die, then come try thee (yeah, f**k)

(Hoof)

Yung Christ

Yung Christ

Demons all around

You don't wanna go outside

(Knock knock)

Knock knock at the door

Hey honey, are you home?

You can hide but you gon' die

(Yeah)

Ride for the Five and I die for the Nine

For my sin can't atone

(For my sin can't atone)

Mom raised a killer, Dad turned me gorilla

I'm a psycho to the bone (yeah)

(Should a n**a plan a hit)

(Or grab my pistol grip)

(And take care my business)

('Cause they don't know who they f**' with)

(Yeah, f**k)

I don't wanna be that n**a livin' no lie

I don't wanna be on bad sides of .45's

Keep it on me, no lie

Keep it boppin', hold fire

Mama told me keep it solid

Boy these niggas fried

B**h on my d**k, lemme beat them insides

I been that n**a, can't see my demise

Ride with the fire, been the motto for some time

I def seen that text, I'm just not gon' reply (yeah, f**k)

GREY59 army, right foot left

Peanut butter seats, I keep my lil' b**h fed

I only see the money, I must confess

I can't rock with these niggas, b**h I'm pressed

B**h lemme flex, b**h I need checks

B**h I need neck, die for the set

Pulled off in a jet, got a dub on my neck

Niggas down bad, I might buy the whole set (yeah, f**k)

(Should a n**a plan a hit)

(Or)

(Care my business 'cause they)

(Care my business 'cause they)