Got four bitches on my digit's
AK's in my kitchen cocaine on my dishes from
My older uncle's business
A minute turns to minutes
A vision turns to visit's from a witness on a
Mission from the Feds that got him snitchin'
Religion of the sixes
Turnin' bitches into witches
Got a hit list with a few I
Wan' lay down up in some ditches
Fuck 'em all, burn them bridges
Sus motherfuckers with a sickness
45 tucked in my britches
$uicide be the voice of the misfit's, hoe

$now Leopard creeping, the icicle demon
I'm breathin' this weed in
My gaudy pack freezin'
My shawty keep sneezin'
I told her Yung $now keep it
Cold like I'm changin' the seasons
That codeine I'm bleedin'
All of these hoes see me gleamin'
I'm leaking gold we can go see the globe
But need to keep it slow
That was a week ago
She ain't know $now Leopard
Had at least three
Or so alter-egos that the Reaper know oh no
I keep her so close now she reach for rope
Tie me up
Now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown
My skull started tweaking
My skin started bleeding
My heart stopped it's beating
My eyes disappear, now the devil is near
Oh yeah, she feels the fear!

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux