[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Starin' at the water, looking like a bunch of satin
Look into my eyes, and all you see is motherf*cking static
Toe tagging, bitch
I'm bagging up the dope, no ratting to the po'
Actin' like you shy, readin' the Latin quote across my f*cking throat
Hoes go, "Oh no, heard this motherf*cker likes to give burials
And I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his Home"
Gave her the number to my phone
Told her dial-up 666 if she need to get a hold of me
And hopefully, she'll give me a call when she is home and free and Lonely
Phone rang twice, but I missed both calls
I was hanging in the hall, toll-free
[Bridge: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Hello?
[Verse 2: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Got a pocket fulla' stones, watchin' Game of Thrones
Bitches on the phone, tellin' me she home alone (Lone)
Motherf*ck a future, countin' down 'till I die (Die)
Days roll by, I just wanna get high (High)
Never-ever sober, need drugs for my composure
Lookin' like I'm dyin', laying back on the sofa
Six feet deep (Deep)
Three gold teeth (Teeth)
Zero f*cking hopes for this young tragedy (-dy)
Days of our lives (Lives)
Watch 'em roll by (By)
Whole f*cking family got bloodshot eyes (Eyes)
Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes (Dishes)
Finger f*ckin' bitches listening to No Limit (Limit)
West Bank Soulja, straight up out the NOLA
When it come to this shit, ain't a motherf*cker colder