You die, motherfucker (players never die)

Fuck that, I don′t need that shit in my life (you did good, $lick)

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life (it′s a smash)Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

You die, motherfucker

Bitch, I'm poppin′ sticks like I′m Nick Cannon, smash her like I'm Ganondorf

All my homies stuntin′, we all ballin' like we manage sports

Fuckboy on my dick, wants a pic, go ′head and tag the dork

Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I should've been a matador

Slap a whore, choke a bitch, man, I think I broke her hip

Fuck her ′til she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it

Blanco always faded like a motherfuckin' poke 'n stick

Ready to snatch a soul, seal your fate up with a frozen kiss

I′m smokin′ bliss, turn a fuckboy into mist

Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks

Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist

Tighten up my fuckin' fist, Blanco never fuckin′ miss

Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach

All these crystals on my bitch, align her chakras while we fuckin′

Rearrangin' all her plumbin′, all these suckas thinkin' they stuntin'

But they really just lames, spittin′ out flames, bitch, I bang Grey

Five-nine ′til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried

I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I′m high

All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie

Always bring the storm, yeah, Blanco blackin′ out the sky

(Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

You die, motherfucker)

Give it how these haters want it, break a bitch up on it

Yung Slick walkin′ coma as I smoke the marijuana

It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a bitch, "Wait"

Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate

I been wrist whippin', flockin′ chickens when I slide pimpin′

Glock grippin', pop a clip in, have your mind spinnin′

Spine bendin', bloody linens in your mom kitchen

Crime ridden, hood I′m from ain't got no prime lendin′

Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile

Tell a ho to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue

I'm poppin′ 30s, seein′ blurry, still I can't miss you

Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you

Same issues, playin′ Russian Roulette with revolvers

I go gung ho with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker

"Last offer", hear the Devil talkin′ to me often

Fuck a coffin, when I die just burn me in a foreign

Wetto, Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter

You a larp with no heart, just tuck your dick under

You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer

Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble

(Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life)

(Fuck that, I don′t need that shit in my life)

(Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life)

(You die, motherfucker)

(Fuck that)