text: Yuh , yuh, yuh
  I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage
  I never been to college
  I sever the head of rappers
  I pack the MAC-11 to send you to another dimension
  Not to mention, I pop the Smith & Wesson with no second guessin
  Your bitch get to steppin
  Once I get it in, get wet, get out
  Dont want to hear a word out of your mouth
  Whats up with that pussy? Dont doubt me
  I can make it squirt while I skrrt in the Audi
  Bitch, Im outie after that, oddys after that
  Touch your Instagram, put you on the map
  Dont discriminate, fuck a handicap, no legs
  Fuck that, where your titties at, bitch?
  Ba-Ba-Back in the Golden Days, I was glowin rays
  Now Im soaked in grey from all these fuckin growin pains
  Keep on throwin shade, youll meet the fuckin Shoguns blade
  Im stealing trophies out your trophy case
  Fuck the cards I was dealt
  I got a poker face to steal an open base, ho
  Fuck an older age though
  If lifes a book, rip out the last page and roll up a J Lo
  Bitch, Im Yung Plague, no way Ima grow fangs
  Rip out your throat, aint sayin anything out that hole, mane
  Hundred pills bottles on my motherfuckin dresser, mane
  Couple lil models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane
  Im the mane thatll make a stain out of your fuckin brain
  Smokin strains off some strange grain that I cant explain
  Fuck the fame, fuck these fuckin lames, thats why I isolate
  Cant relate to none of you motherfuckers
  Keep me in my grave, hold up, wait
  Duckin in the shade, shooting up the H
  Stuck at Hells gates with Yung Plague
  And Im draped in grey