[$lick $loth:]
Got four bitches on my digits
AK’s in my kitchen
Cocaine on my dishes from my older uncles business
A minute turns to minutes
A vision turns to visits
From a witness on a mission from the feds that got him snitchin
Religion of the 6’s
Turning bitches into witches
Got a hit list with a few I wanna lay down up in some ditches
Fuck ’em all burn them bridges
Sus motherfuckers with a sickness
45 tucked in my britches
$uicide be the voice of the misfits
[Yung $now:]
$now Leopard creepin
The icicle demon
I’m breathing this weed in
My gaudy pack freezing
My shawty keep sneezing
I told her Yung Snow keep it cold like I’m changing the seasons
That codeine I’m bleedin
All of these hoes see me gleamin
I’m leakin gold
We can go see the globe but need to keep it slow
That was a week ago
She ain’t know $now Leopard had at least 3 or so alter egos that the Reaper know
Oh no I keep her so close now she reach for rope
Tie me up now she hope that Yung Plague won’t be shown
My skull started tweakin
My skin started bleedin
My heart stopped it’s beatin
My eyes disappear now the devil is near
Oh yeah she feels the fear