[Verse 1: 333STAIN]
(Homicide)
We double the digits
The sky is the limit
We pull up and slash on your chains (Uh)
I might just blow out my brains (Huh)
You know the lyric
I'm feelin' like Kurt Cobain (Huh)
Cut my wrist like bloody (Huh)
I'm with the shit like stain (Huh)
I got a formal complaint (Huh)
Please get the fuck out my face

[Verse 2: 333STAIN]
Stop it, I fuck your back I don't flop it
I keep my Glock in my pocket
I'm going fast, feeling nauseous
I might just sleep in a coffin (Aye)
I'm not a dog but I'm barkin'
My bitch is bad like a barbie (Aye)
Shawty won't fuck up my party (Aye)
You so dumb, used as a target
It's listed, I'm going straight up ballistic

[Verse 3: Ayce Comet]
Do a dime on my demons now
We gonna kill a fucker even if he dead
Pull up with a fucking Glock now
Oh, I'm an OP now?
Hit him in the head
Pull up at your door
I need money, sellin' dope
Shoot that pistol with the flow
I'm not even myself
I'm back, with a tack
Shoot that n***a in the back
If he catch me then he laugh
If I catch him then he wack
Who in the game?
I'm goin' insane
I got money to mix so just stay in your lane