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Yo, light that cigarette, I’m tripping

Ash it then I flick it

Liquid got me feeling wicked

Sickening how I’m thinking

Every weekend during evenings

I’m creeping, all black secrets

Got a demon who be speaking

I swear to God, they so misleading

I’m just a skeleton in clothing

Junkie that be flowing

I be that boogeyman in your closet

That drug money in your wallet

All black for a home invasion

Smoking that dope till I’m Asian

Up in that alleyway, I’m bent

Switchblade on my hip

Sipping dip that’s mixed with Crys

Got me tripping, talking shit.

Got me tripping talking shit (Uh)

I’m twisted on that dip (Yeah)

Got me tripping talking shit (Uh)

I’m twisted on that dip (Yeah)

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

It’s that grim reaping mother fucker

Patch me up, I’m leaking

Snatch me up your bitch, I’m riding dirty swerving and I’m skewing

What I’m seeking is a soul, you could consider me a demon

Dreaming of a fuck boy massacre

Bitch, I’m scheming

Bitch, I’m steaming up some weed

And I’ll be damned if you is reaching for this

Blunt your bitch rolled laced with your homies’ ashes

I’m teasing meaning I told your bitch

That we would fuck, but didn’t for no reason

Please and thank you when I drop a track

My audience is a bunch of zombies teaming up to try and stop me

Tony told me it was chopper season, leave you screaming for your mommy

Uh, Spray them with that tommy, then I spray them with that Tommy

Mmm. You smell good for a dead motherfucker

Mmm. You smell good for a dead motherfucker

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