[Intro: BLCKK]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: BLCKK & Biv]
Paint that fuckin' T-Shirt red, you and y'all friends suck
Twisted 'bout whatever I said, should I repeat myself?
I never gave a fuck, I'm still standin' on that shit
First day in, already shovel bullshit, uh
Fuck you and your company, look what that shit done to me
My fault, shoulda killed that bitch when I had the chance
By far, fuckin' up my life, like a mother did (Yeah, yeah)
Funny how it circle back, smoke your dead buddy pack (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Biv]
Was better off bustin' seven nuts inside the bitch
That never gave me flyin' fucks, and if you trust it 'cause they open up to let you see the static
Plus, you pussies fallin' into dust, don't act tough
You bitches run 'em up, before you run it up
I guess it's just my own perception, but do we really need a fancy soul?
It's just a question, punk
Huh, yeah, it's just a question, punk
Huh, okay, okay, yeah
Shit, that's a problem, ain't it? Why you always want me hated?
Smiles out, inside is vacant, fuck this life and what it's taken
And let that shit spray out like it's a fuckin' fragrance
Then let that shit like- okay, like "Brr, brr, brr"
Ride or die, apparently, that's what you like, until you facin' 45 to life
Had a nice time? Good, great, bitch, nice try
Goodbye, don't give a flyin' fuck about your hightimes, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, yeah