Cuts on my wrist, yah
Not lookin' for a bitch, yah
Me and Death, we kiss, yah
Fuckboys make me sick, yah
Roll up that window, boy
Wanna see the tin fold, boy
Slugs that make you tremble, boy
Light you up in this southside story

Put up that window, kid
Shoot me in the fuckin' head
Laughin' 'cuz I'm already dead
Barrel to your head, bet I won't miss
Your mistress, who the fuck she kissin'?
Blades to my wrist, this is my ressurection

Pull up with the Tec 9
Said my bitch was lookin' fine
Slugs layered in your fuckin' spine
You die tonight
Don't say your prayers, though
Lookin' at these dead hoes
Wonder how they kill those
Homeboys that I call "bros"
This is your last fuckin' chance
Pull up in advance
Finger on the trigger, shakin', oh man
No more last words, understand?
Put your demise in your plans
The best idea I ever fuckin' had