[Scrim {Lyrical Dope}:]
Lord, have mercy
You did good, Slick
{Killa, killa, killa, killa}
It's a Smash
If a pussy want a—
{Killa, killa, killa, killa}
Hold up
Ay-ay, ay, ay (North)
Ay, ay

[Scrim:]
If a pussy want a problem, I can help but solve it
For f**kboys I'm a headache, but for bitches I'm a target
Extra chrome, retarded, should've been aborted
Dick out like I'm Calvin, 'cause I piss on them regardless (f**k)

Two-two Percs, I just started, four Percs feelin' gorgeous
Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain't feelin' nauseous
Twenty Percs I'm talkin', the demons 'round me walkin'
Only got an hour before I'm right back to withdrawin'

Catch a opp out joggin', and send 'em on a sky walk
Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk
I-I don't really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk
Sippin' on generic Sprite, but you know the pint Wock'

Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol
Ridin' on some Forgiatos in a f**kin' write-off
What the f**k's a night off? Haters havin' type-offs
Someone check these pussies and make sure they get they Midol

Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you
Think you got the Percs, but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you
I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screaming, "F**k the blue!"
They askin' what do we do, and I'm like "Well, what didn't we?"
F**k all that civility, psycho sh*t is still in me
Demons steady temptin' me, I'm reading Second Timothy
Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies
I-I can't f**k with hoes that be f**kin' up my energy
Let me repeat, they ain't seein' me
I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me
Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em, keep a TEC up on 'em
Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it
Now I'm flexin' on all of my opponents

Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa
Tatted 7.62 mm, fell in love with choppers
Grey 5-9 the mafia, they some deal coppers
Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers
Yo, what?

[Lyrical Dope:]
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

[Ruby Da Cherry:]
It was always gonna be suicide the backup plan
Who the f**k you think all these labels shadow-banned?
Oh wait, what he mean? Decade old industry, Taliban
Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage no backup band
Noose hangs in defeat, and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand

Desert Camo Jeep, just pick up smack from Pakistan
Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can
Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarains
Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man, damn, across the land
You don't understand

You don't really get it
I'm busy stackin' plans, bitch, I do not check the reddit
Uh
I don't give a f**k, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles
I was once a young buck always gettin' into trouble

Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble
Scared the neighbors once or twice, look at me seein' double
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me "Uncle"
I'm just tatted up but humble
Yeah

[Lyrical Dope:]
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

"Platinum" plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle
I stay low-key but y'all know me

Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle
Ha-ha-ha
I-I-I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's
Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble
Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddle
Grey 5-9, we turned the f**kin' underground to a bunch of rubble
Uh, what?

Anybody got anything else to say? (Huh?)
I didn't think so
Ruby Da-f**king-Cherry got a big heart, yeah, I always flex that muscle
Scrim so stoic, you might be lucky to get a f**kin' chuckle (Ay, ay)
That's my partner, that's my cousin (Ay, ay), yeah, our family knows the struggle
Dug our graves together, and we threw away the f**kin' shovels