I be at the bottom of the ocean on the floor I don't float because I'm wearing too much gold around my throat Look at me glow Can't even see out my eyes anymore Hood up and I'm ready to go Slicing my way Bitch I'm icing my chain Let it cool off because it just came out the flame Insane is the claim and yeah chaos the click Lay off my style bitch go lay in a ditch Catch me a fuck boy and give him to Slick He's so used to this shit Yeah he know a good spot Right around 666 o'clock Got another drop so I flock to the dock Tie a fucking know Fly swatting Got your body rotting in the fucking yacht Got to mop up the slop to get of the smell because that's what bring the cops Spraying that Tommy all over your self And now Slick keep on asking me how do you spell "Welcome to hell?" I told him "Go kill yourself" Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell
[Verse 2: Tony with the Tommy]
Yung Slenderman, get the cash when I can Got a pint for the low and a bag of them xans Lo-fi shawty, come and die for me Shoot a mother fucker, I'm that Tommy gripping Tony Yung Camcorder, I'ma internet explorer Die for fun getting high off of torture Switchblade Scrim, smoking on hemp Every time I sold a bag you know that mother fucker skimp Posted in the cut hoe Smoke 100 blunts hoe Very simple living, bitch Give a fuck about getting rich When I didn't have plays you wasn't on my dick Now a player getting big you all on my shit Mark of Satan, Triple 6 Getting dope sick when I don't have drugs Young white boy with one gold slug Suicide dreams like Kurt Cobain When I teach a lesson that block go bang No serving a purpose Get pussy for free when I know that you purchase Bitch, I'm for certain Murk a mother fucker now that's closed curtains