I be at the bottom of the ocean on the floor

I don′t float because I'm wearing too much gold around my throat

Look at me glowCan′t even see out my eyes anymore

Hood up and I'm ready to go

Slicing my way

Bitch I'm icing my chain

Let it cool off because it just came out the flame

Insane is the claim and yeah chaos the click

Lay off my style bitch go lay in a ditch

Catch me a fuck boy and give him to Slick

He′s so used to this shit

Yeah he know a good spot

Right around 666 o′clock

Got another drop so I flock to the dock

Tie a fucking know

Fly swatting

Got your body rotting in the fucking yacht

Got to mop up the slop to get of the smell because that's what bring the cops

Spraying that Tommy all over your self

And now Slick keep on asking me how do you spell "Welcome to hell?"

I told him "Go kill yourself"

Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell

Yung Slenderman, get the cash when I can

Got a pint for the low and a bag of them xans

Lo-fi shawty, come and die for me

Shoot a mother fucker, I′m that Tommy gripping Tony

Yung Camcorder, I'ma internet explorer

Die for fun getting high off of torture

Switchblade Scrim, smoking on hemp

Every time I sold a bag you know that mother fucker skimp

Posted in the cut hoe

Smoke 100 blunts hoe

Very simple living, bitch

Give a fuck about getting rich

When I didn′t have plays you wasn't on my dick

Now a player getting big you all on my shit

Mark of Satan, Triple 6

Getting dope sick when I don′t have drugs

Young white boy with one gold slug

Suicide dreams like Kurt Cobain

When I teach a lesson that blockgo bang

No serving a purpose

Get pussy for free when I know that you purchase

Bitch, I'm for certain

Murk a mother fucker now that's closed curtains