(Yeah, fuck)
(Should a nigga plan a hit)
(Or grab my pistol grip)
(And take care my business)
('Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)
(Should a nigga plan a hit)
(Or grab my pistol grip)
(And take care my business)
('Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)
(Yeah, fuck)
I think tonight is a good night to die
Spent most of my life tryna hide
I've tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds
Lose track of time
Pull back the tide (tide)
Isolating inside of the hive (hive)
Ready to die (die)
In hell I arrive (-rive)
Leave nothing behind
But empty Backwoods packs (yeah, fuck)
Raised by the last wolfpack
Yung Mutt in attack mode
Taking off the sheep head mask
Everything I touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt 'til it's black
Now I got horns on my head
Ain't made out of brass
I got horns on my head
Like a certain zodiac (yeah)
(Should a nigga plan a hit)
(Or grab my pistol grip) ($ui, $ui, $ui)
(And take care my business) ($ui, $ui, $ui)
('Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with) (yeah yeah, yeah)
AK toting
Codeine toasting
Hoodlum from that Northside
Frequent overdoser
I'm tiptoeing right through Hell's fire
Break the law or break your jaw
Don't any motherfucker come close to me!
Fuck your cause and fuck your boys
If you really wanna die, then come try thee (yeah, fuck)
(Hoof)
Yung Christ
Yung Christ
Demons all around
You don't wanna go outside
(Knock knock)
Knock knock at the door
Hey honey, are you home?
You can hide but you gon' die
(Yeah)
Ride for the Five and I die for the Nine
For my sin can't atone
(For my sin can't atone)
Mom raised a killer, Dad turned me gorilla
I'm a psycho to the bone (yeah)
(Should a nigga plan a hit)
(Or grab my pistol grip)
(And take care my business)
('Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)
(Yeah, fuck)
I don't wanna be that nigga livin' no lie
I don't wanna be on bad sides of .45's
Keep it on me, no lie
Keep it boppin', hold fire
Mama told me keep it solid
Boy these niggas fried
Bitch on my dick, lemme beat them insides
I been that nigga, can't see my demise
Ride with the fire, been the motto for some time
I def seen that text, I'm just not gon' reply (yeah, fuck)
GREY59 army, right foot left
Peanut butter seats, I keep my lil' bitch fed
I only see the money, I must confess
I can't rock with these niggas, bitch I'm pressed
Bitch lemme flex, bitch I need checks
Bitch I need neck, die for the set
Pulled off in a jet, got a dub on my neck
Niggas down bad, I might buy the whole set (yeah, fuck)
(Should a nigga plan a hit)
(Or-)
(Care my business 'cause they-)
(Care my business 'cause they-)