What you wanna hit? My marijuana
Asian bitches with me sippin' molly water
Lil Peep, I'ma young stunna
I ain't lyin' when I tell you I be countin' hunnas
I ain't ever talkin' to the fuckin' coppas
Bendin' bitches over like they fuckin' copper
Put that on my momma
I'm like Waka Flocka
Anybody got a problem, I don't need my partna
Got it, aye
I ain't trippin', I ain't plottin' boy, I'm in your face
Bitch, what the fuck you talkin' about?
Kill me then
I'm so tired of these men and they fuckin' threats
Ain't nobody ever told you I'm in love with death?
Please kill me, motherfucker
Put my soul to rest
Put my body under covers, get the fuckin' gas
Light a match, let me burn while my ghost laughs
Put my ash in a urn and then I sold that
I'm a fiend for money
Yeah, I know that shit ain't nothin', its just somethin' about it
Every time I cut my wrist you see the money come out it
It's in my bloodstream, baby, you can't fuck me without it
I need a rich goth bitch and a crib on the mountain
Paparazzi takin' pictures every time we step out it
I need snipers on my roof - I need a Jewish accountant
I need everybody round me - gettin' money and countin'
No clownin'