Yung b#tch wanna be on some bull sh#t
Finna push you make ya mf back split
Me and my homies moving clams not no damn bricks
We got skills we got juice we got damn tricks
We gon pull up to ya house just like some christians
Ain’t got time to f#cking waste we on a mission
I will not succumb b#tch you steady reminiscing
Looking through these pictures now you distant
I don’t wanna talk b#tch i’m dead inside
Got a pink haired b#tch chillin on my side
Got a blonde haired b#tch and he down to ride
Grab a rope grab the body b#tch it’s homicide
And i’m sorry to the homies we ain’t mean to lie
It was just an accident, i ain’t think she’d f#cking die
In the black space with thе demons and we getting high
Somеthing f#cking taking me, eyes just getting really wide
Drip drip drip
Got omori f#cking drip
Inna headspace with the homies
Got a knife right on my hip
b#tch gon wait for something to happen
You get stabbed right in yo sh#t
On dat drip drip drip
Got omori f#cking drip
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