Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I just might ride with your b***h

Told her I loved her, lyin′ like s**t

I'm still boolin′ tho, bleedin' concrete

Snortin' Oxys, feeling God body like, "Who gon′ stop me now?"

Runnin′ 'round while blowin′ pound after pound

See me now? Get hip, get it now

I'm gone ′til November, got into pickin' pockets kinda often

Big-ass gas bag

Passenger side of the Cadillac, seat slightly sat back

On my side, I got my Baghdad

Hotel hoppin′, bombin' back, back

Dynamite in the Gucci knapsack

Ruckus in the church, Jesus meet this heathen, he kinda hurt

Buzzin', I′m loud

Never stoppin′ 'til they stick me in the dirt

Took a Benzo, wrote a manifesto

Young hot-boy, straight from the ghetto

Yung $carecrow dyin′ where the wind blows

Cutthroat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low, yuh

$outh $ide $uicide, wanna ride in the Caddy like do or die

Formaldehyde leakin′, drippin' all down my eyes

Terrified when you see me creepin′ in the night

Ride like No Limit in '96

Stunt like I'm Wayne on Tha Carter VI

Now I got money to get a fix

Now my old ex wanna be my bitch, what?

This that motherfucking gospel

Kanye, I′m a motherfuckin′ monster

Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil

$uicide, bitch, we the council

Yung $now spent a fat check

Pull up 'cause I′m pickin' up a ho′ in a black dress

Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type-O on the hatchet

Match the hunnid spokes, when I whip it lookin' like the Cadillac bent

Looking like a car accident, spilled my guts and I spilled my cup

Lean on my liver, I ain′t sippin' it up

Hollow out a fuckboy skull, so I can sip in peace, my G

Don't follow me ′cause bad s**t happens

With Germ and $lick, that makes three

Sad to see these casualties, they lack the seeds, no matchin′ me

These bags of weed, yeah, that's for free

We trash the scene, no gasoline (lean)

Lean