Hair down, smoking on a blunt Smoking a fucking cigarette to fuck up both of my lungs Fuck you mean you hung yourself from the top bunk? Bitch, you ain't even high enough to touch a Glock, boy Bitch, I put it to my skull Bitch, believe I will drop, boy Drop dead in the middle of the block, boy Stuck between a hard place and a rock, boy Rot in the box Breaking the locks Time is money I ain't even got a clock, boy Watch them hoes flock, boy Break my fucking heart and now I'm busting out shots, boy Put it to my head and watch my head pop, boy Don't quit your day job Who the fuck else gonna stock, boy? You mother fucking box boy [Verse 2:$lick $loth]
Hair up, purple double cup Bodies in the trunk Never front, this ain't what you want 30 in the pump $uicide, take my own life Every night I die, every night I'm high Another depressing ass alibi Reason for the drugs, reason for the subs Give a fuck about the club, I'll walk up in that bitch and shoot that mother fucker up Fuck the DJ, fuck your click, and fuck your songs boy I swear I hate you mother fuckers, leave me alone boy Fuck a scene, fuck a trend, fuck your clothes, too Fuck you mean you with your team and that's your hoe to? Give a fuck about your dreams or your whole crew And if this is what is seems, I'm hollering FUCK YOU!