[Intro]
(Okay, okay, okay, alright) (3x)
(Whoa damn Xans n***a) (3x)
I need money and berettas (3x)

[Verse 1]
I’m, knocking on deaths door
Shotty fully load, ask him can I go?
Tell me that he busy so just go home
That’s the second time the meeting postponed
Like what are you on bro, think you in control?
Ima let him know
I might let it bust if I don’t meet the ghosts
And on my last nerves Ima do the most, yeah
I need money and berettas
Yellow diamonds on a Gucci sweater
One night with Karrueche then do me better
Said she was in love?
Thought she knew me better
Bitch I was geekin you tweakin
Plus parties next door this was just for the weekend
Don’t pop out that razor I know what you thinking
But I ain’t gon stop you, just not in my presence
I’d do the same but for different reasons
Cause I’m insane it’s too many demons
Make time fly, couldn’t catch the seasons
Can’t help the feeling like it’s jeepers creepers peepin waitin on me
(Jeepers creepers peepin waiting on ya? Damn!)
Maybe it’s the smoke in my lungs
Maybe it’s the lean in my cup
Maybe it’s the mix in my system
I feel like I’m finna erupt
Get to the cut then she feeling me up
Asked me if I’m okay, bitch just back up
Know you really just a actor
So sit the fuck down and don’t act up
While I figure out this passage
Necronomicon kind of practice

[Hook]
But please don’t touch me
Please don’t touch me
Please don’t touch me, ugh
Rip off yo feet and then I feed it to my fucking wolves
Please don’t touch me
Please don’t touch me
Please don’t touch me, ugh
Rip off yo feet just like its mortal kombat rules

[Verse 2]
What is the problem?
X bout to solve it, get the revolver
Head out to deaths house
N***a first let me try to call him
Fuck n***a better answer
Must’ve turned him to a dancer
Nothing kills me give me cancer please!
You got me here I’m on my hands and knees
Pause on that I mean it tragically
Don’t make me have to do this magically
Copping rituals I’m stacking sheets
I’ll meet the devil automatically or radically
Like a thrasher tee
Need the power of a pentagram
If you won’t give a hand well then I’m throwing them
Ain’t had to be this way fam
But I’m kicking down doors that’s no hands
Revolver to spam, six shots from the Xans
Six plots in my head and six competent fans
Talkin' n***a do the hammer dance
None of you n***as ain’t had a chance

[Outro (3x)]
I need money and berettas