Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in the back, and that's not including your bitch tushy Mutt hit the blunt like a bump $lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a fuck In my counts, suck it up, bitch, I'm fucked Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs Dreads full of stank, til' my car fuckin' stops Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck Lean the seat back as I'm swerving, I crash Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black I'm ash Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack Just a bunch of trash Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP Let's just be terrorists" Pow, pow, pow, let me see Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch This for any pussy boy wanna act up (ac' up) Find yourself dead with no guts (no guts) Voice in my head say, "Ya ain't kill yourself!" So, so, so I wrote a note Hot boy, Torkoal Told homie make a circle Fuck you and the runners These Xanax anxiety on panic Fuck, fuck, fuck! I got to go! I got a sixty pack waitin' at home Feel like a zombie, I'm all alone Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone Let's get it, get that hoe Motherfucking gang (gang!) I don't give a care, aye So am I right? Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe