[Verse 1: Chetta] Fill up my cup to the tip its a must I'ma pour over the rim two cock with the tuss I can mix the combination Lil' tech, lil' action Show up [?] Like conversation Let me live, let me act Real talk, vision vivid I've of seen body bags Toe for toting any victim I done shook killa's hands Talking money over grams Trapping bricks over saran Couple homies of the 10 Ay you out? You a fan Well I'll be god damned But god dont exist so I guess its just damn From a whole 'nother planet Hopping out the transit I'm smokey the bandit Swerving in my spaceship Tipping in my stash shit They can not relate shit Never on no fake shit Lames wanna jump shit Stack them up like 'roids bitch
[Verse 2: $lick $loth] Swerving in that 'burban Couple murders make them bodies stack Got a problem then kill me fuckboy You know its as simple as that Back pack, with that black gat Black mask Blow gas now I'm in the fucking black trans Fuck a cops thats a life of a black man Fuck a opp tip them up in a black van Who am I boy? Lucifer in the flesh Who are you? Just anothet pussy 'til death Straight out the Seventh Ward Me and $now Leopard trapping All the limbs we hacking From the fucking bodys stacking The fucking crazy manic When I'm in the cut don't panic
[Verse 3: Ruby Da Cherry] Bitch I be that ice cold yung white polar bear Snatch your life so quick Ha nah bitch I know you there Focus on the glare hoes know that I dont care But they dont know I dont give a fuck Two bucks with the blunt So I split it up Time is my luck I can never get enough I done fuck with drugs Now I'm about to snatch blood Leave you full of bugs Leave you full of fucking slugs See you on the cotton When I'm filling up my mug Gun tucked man you had to get blunt Re-up, now I'm stuck fucking ducking out Truck stay parked in the yard I ain't going now You a sitting duck because Whenever I'm running out of drugs again I'ma find you and put you in the trunk Now your hoe getting fucked from the back While I'm crumbling this weed Tryna roll a fucking blunt