[Verse 1: Che]
Yeah, we just smoking on opps, put that ass in a vape
Yo bitch, she standing on top with that ass in my face
He tryna run from them bullets, can't run from that 'K
She gon' pull up, n***a run and we shoot at his face
Bitch, I want money, any statement gon' move out the place
[?] cake
Glock out Guwap, fuck n***a, my name is che
Knock out your doorman, bitch, I'ma run in yo' place
Put some white in her smoke, yeah, that bitch a best friend
Air out a wasteman, n***a so done, feel like Drake
This n***a hatin', 'cause he not up in my place
Her head amazing, made my body Harlem Shake
I keep 'em waiting, I'll never drop my tape
I own some bulldogs, but they never in they cage
Fucking real shit, I got some money in my face
I get on Nate beats, 'cause I love the fucking bass
Put him in the lake, 'cause I'll never leave a trace
I'm with my twin, that's just on that straight
Shoot at yo' bitch, he won't have a ray
No Jeremy Lin, I’m shootin' out mace
I fuck on 10s, dick in all they face
I hurt your mans, got put in a ditch
Walk on my wrist, we in outer space

[Verse 2: Sematary]
Triple six, six, six
I'm so fucking sick
Triple six, six, six
I'm so fucking sick
Fuckboy, look at my motherfuckin' wrist (Damn)
And I got it without signing no deal, bitch
But I can still get on that devil shit, bitch (Bitch)
And yo' bitch like it, I'll take your bitch, bitch (Bitch)
Fuck a crucifix, on devil shit
I'ma crucifix my wrist
Grab my mask, devil shit
Breitling bloody wrist
Shawty carve my name all up in her ribs
And scream my name out her lips
When I give her this dirty-ass thirty inch dog demon dick
Six, six, six, six
Shawty, hold my 30 stick
Pour me some pink quick
My evil bitch licking all night on my dick
Smokin' cancer sticks by the River Styx
I told you that I was sick
Yo' boyfriend's a lil' bitch
My True Religion jeans' pockets filled with them yellow Oxy pills
Burning hundred dollar bills
Crucifying on your girl
Six, six, six Chevy donk whips in a circle in the hill
Grave Man take yo' lil lamb and yo' lil bands, I'm a demon goat for real
[Verse 3: Che]
Since I was ten, lil' n***a never liked a jake
I'm in yo' state farming bitches, n***a, like I'm Jake
I'm in a sitcom, finna cop a Debbie Kay
A lot of shit gone, n***a shoot with double Dracs
She finna' bend over, then I put it in her face
If I put Cartier's on, then how can I get mid
If I don’t rock the Saint Peter, how can I be lit?
If I ain't bussin' a bitch, then how can she be late?
Before I eat, man, you know it's always “امُ عَلَيْكُمْ”
24/8, bitch, I'm always ballin' like a Laker
My life a movie, but hell nah, this ain't anime
I love my mama, but I ain't tell her that I made it
I love these bitches, you see n***as, they so basic
I light his frontal up, and you know I face it
I fucked this lil' hoe up, think she was Jamaican
I make this Drac' go “Vrrah”, where his body lay
I don’t wear makeup, nah, but I look amazing
All of these white diamonds, everybody think I'm racist
Gotta go raw, 'cause I'm making everybody fake
Put it on God, I'm in everybody fucking brain
I got my nails done, everybody swear I'm gay
I told lil' twin, “Let's take it right back to the basics”
Bullets say, "Haha", young n***a did not kick
You poppin', I land, and I'm fucking on an eight
My mom, she hate me, I'm bad at communicating
You tell the cops sumn', you'll always be a bitch
I told the crack fiends, "Uncle told me how to mix"
I told my main bitch, "Let's go have a blasian baby"
I like a G-Shock, but I think this shit outdated
You so feline, how it feel to get cremate?
Bitch, in my free time, I be boolin' with yo' bae
But it's the street time, smoking with a non-fake
I need some me time, told this bitch, "I cannot fake"
I hit her three times, three times, now she can't even take it
Put this on rewind, [?]
I told Elon, bitch, we finna make a spaceship