Chokehold, lock in

Might as well call it good night

Skull mask, death face

When I catch 'em swear it's on sight

Blade on me, in my hand, might as well cut a nigga up

Blood on my motherf**king shirt, hey

Motherf**king put 'em in a hearse

Motherf**king put 'em in the dirt

Living dead in this mothaf**king thang, okay

f**kin' on your lil' f**kin' main

Might even eat her motherf**kin' brains, okay

Like stab her ass up touché

Pick the heart out bruh, who pray

I don't pray boy, I look to the sky, my nigga

Then smoke on a blunt to get by, my nigga, like okay



This shit fire

Nigga shit