text: Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when Im high
  Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die
  Mo-Motherfucker, if youre looking for me, find me in the night
  I got a knife, dont wanna fight
  I wanna take your fucking life, and end it right on sight
  When I strike, if you bark, better bite
  Block hot, fuck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock
  Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot
  Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot
  No tomb, no plot, throw em off of the yacht, undocked
  With the slot of the skull hangin in the fucking river, ho
  $ui-$uicide, 6-6-6, 59, so cynical
  Got a pound in the blunt, Im loungin
  Pour another round, Im drownin
  Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain, ayy
  Swerv-swervin in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic
  Blue light mounted, siren howlin
  Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid 
  Got the town lit up by the flame that I made
  From my grey serenade, make way for the Plague
  On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves
  Still got the badge, still got the gun
  Still got the patch, still got the stun
  Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
  Put the Glock to my skull then I—
  Yuh, yuh, yuh
  $outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho
  Say you gettin money, but your numbers dont show, you a liar
  Baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire
  For anyone thats tryna get by us 
  I been thinkin a lot, I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
  Robb told me, You gotta get it how you live
  Told that bitch, You better get up out my biz
  Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz 
  You dont want no issue with
  Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue
  I got anxiety so I cant really do a interview
  Dont come close to me
  Im not the one to really do it how its posed to be
  Independent, tell that label to get over me
  Im over here with my peers, gettin rich point blank
  Before I bring her to the crib, make sure that bitch dont stink
  Aint no rules to the game, talk how you want 
  Walk how you want , my job is the shit
  I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet
  Now Im gettin money, I dont gotta pack a pistola
  Okay, maybe 
  Cause jealousy make a man go crazy
  Money make a motherfucker hate me
  One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me