[Verse 1: BIG GRIEVE] Creeping out the motherfucking tomb
Lil' $lick been cursed since the womb
Riding in the 'Vette in the projects
Couple pills in me with a cocked TEC
Trigger finger itching from the Hi-Tech
Junkie with a $uicide mindset
Aiming for a motherfucking cops head
Murder! murder! murder! Now they're all dead! (huh?)
Burning a crucifix
Spit on your grave, 'lil bitch, $carecrow don't give a fuck
Fuck!
Eyes rolling back as I'm whipping the 'Lac
We the sharks and we smell some–
Blood!
Underwater, full of slaughter
Grey*59 the god's of horror
Kill the priest and burn the altar
See the greys creeping out the corner

[Verse 2: YUNG MUTT] Pussy tryna throw some shade, but I'm shrugging
Throw shade at Ruby you gon' have to find a way to block out the sun or something
Now that pussy boy struggling
Mutt in his bitch, got that pussy boy wondering
Cut in his wrists got that pussy boy stumbling
Uh, yuh
All these suckers wanna hate, I ain't gonna lie it makes my fucking day
If it fucking escalates; hand Yung Simmie a banana clip
Yelling out "R.I.P" as the chopper spray, ay
7th Ward Lord got a grave full of fuckboys buried by the lake
7th Ward Lord gotta pay
If you want to be a boss hog instead of a fucking slave

[Verse 3: Yung Simmie] I'm 'bout whatever you 'bout
These niggas talking just running their mouth
I'm a block boy I came from the south
I'ma kick it with your girl then I'm kicking her out
Niggas hating on my name when they know what I'm 'bout
I've been that nigga I can be your bitch clout
I was smoking Cali weed thought it was a drought
I been had golds in my mouth
I been Mac'd up
Fucked your girl at your house
Had my feet on your couch
Left the condom wrapper out
Rap niggas all talk, fuck gossip
I'm a real nigga I be all about my profit
I pull up, do me, you don't do enough
I be smoking OG I be in the cut
Simmie Simmie two times two double cup
If you run up on me I'ma fuck you up
Nigga, what is up?