[ Featuring Ghostmane ]
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash)
Killer with that AK get this motherf*cker bussin'
Tell a ho to get the f*ck if she ain't here to suck it
Creepin' on a come up I got fam that need some funding
I'm ducking for the drugging and sipping that tussin and bloating up my stomach
I need the D, the-the-the O, the P the E
Riding clean, the G the L, it's 63
Ooh-wee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me
Yung north S-I-D-E, W-E-T bitch
Yeah motherf*cker
It's Grey-Grey-Grey-Grey
Northside Wetto in this bitch
59, motherf*cker
Verse two in the booth with a Glock loaded
Off so many meds am I coming or I'm going?
F*ck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it
See a dead man walking, next election he'll be voting
Pimp on a track, mix dope with the crack
I might slide, camo mask, turn your hood to Iraq
Bury suckers, f*ck a groupie
That's the truth, I feel like Gucci
I got 99 problems and not one is you gon' shoot me
We got Anna, motherf*cker? Let me know or keep your mouth shut
Slicky make a million every time I give that mouse touch
Slicky whip that wrist and make a motherf*cking ounce jump
Wetto make a bitch play hard to get and get her mouth f*cked
Sick motherf*cker, no mind motherf*cker
That white trash, high taxed, dying motherf*cker
Tell the world eat my dick, I'm a prick motherf*cker
Life Hell, tough shit, I'm the Bic motherf*cker
Fully loaded choppa, knew this bitch who lived on Tchoupitoulas
Bitch seemed like an opportunist, flocking just to jock my new shit
Stopped in Houston, belly looking swollen, better stop abusing
Wock' and chewing fent, yeah, all my teeth are f*cking rotten
Cruising down your block and you know Blanco lighting blunts of herb
Carefully choose your words unless you'd rather bite the f*cking curb
What's the word? Whatchu f*ckin' heard? Blanco smite the herd
F*ck your bitch until her spine is curved, Blanco spiked your nerves, uh
Oh shit
Blanco, Blanco, Blanco, Blanco
Oh shit
Bitches on my dick like a love bug
Tryna get the claws up in me like a f*cking mud bug
Bitch, I'm a smug thug, calling up my young plug
Playing all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed
I need a breath of fresh air, splash some water on my face
Looking back on my mistakes, regretting them is such a waste
Keep it pimpin', move it forward like I'm running just to race, yeah
Devil right behind me like I finished first place, uh
Wow
Blanco, Blanco
Yeah, I'm 'bout to f*ck her
Welcome back, bitch
All of these haters keep pushing thinking that be me
All of my steez
Spreading my wings, but I ain't taking anyone under them
Why can't I just glide in peace?
Using these drugs to release
F*cking these bitches for free
Flirting with death, I keep promising things
When's he gonna know that I'm a tease and I'm just tryna get a lil sleep?
Capitalizing the G
F to the I to the V to the E
N to the I to the N to the E
To the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E
For my gang, I will do anything (anything)
For my gang, I will do everything (everything)
Creepin' out my mothaf*ckin' rut
Picking up all my guts and the blood I let flood through the gutters
I'm ready to make a break out and take out all of the things
I gotta put my scope on, now I'm boutta put my red dot on and then snipe
Every one of them f*ckers that wanted to believe the hype
I'ma go psycho and then I'll never take another look up in my sights
I'm put a green light on my $uicide
Let my wrist leak my fluids out
Never gonna be another realer than the black mage or the G59
Any other motherf*cker is chillin' in the backstage or a sideline, bitch
Yeah, sliding in my '69 Camaro SS
Got my dime in my lap, Glock cocked in her breast
Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let it bump
Mossberg shotty pump rattle when the bass thump
Oh, oh, I'ma let it go, go, ayy
I'm the one ya never wanna turn your back on
All of them haters hatin' on me wanna be on what I'm on
Oh, y'all want me to fall off?
Oh, that's too bad 'cause I won't
And I'm gonna be there when every one of your soul gets dragged down to Hell
I don't need anymore money, I got too much that I cannot even spend
All y'all be thinkin' that y'all love a rapper but y'all just be following the latest trend
I'm gettin' by with the bank, don't got a vibe with a saint, I'm gonna paint
A pic of the blackest of mages, I'm makin' everybody question their faith
G to the H to the O to the S to the T to the E
M to the A to the N to the E
B to the L to the A to the C to the K
To the M to the A-G-E
