[Verse 1: VAGUE]

Always takin all the pain in the chest
Am I ridin wit my lows?
Fuck you know about my stress?
Doesn’t matter what you say
I’ll never be fucken impressed
And you’ll never know what I been thru
Tell me what you wanna do
She always say she sippin on smooth
As she taken over every fucken body, sittin loose
Never gettin too involved
Just listen cause I’m the proof
And we still taken it all
Regardless we on the move

[Verse 2: T.R.I.P.]

We gun ‘em down
Catch me walking through crypt
My gang don’t fuck around
Me and Vague be splitting wigs
Yea I love the sound of my 9mm
I be busting rounds
Hanging out my window, we don’t fuck around
Pussy mothafuckas duckin
I'm busting back hoe
You know what’s up
I keep my middle finger on the trigger
I don’t give a fuck
Sitting with a scythe, take yo life
Bitch you out of sight
Creepin with a 9
UAV is here to run a heist
Fuck your cars, fuck your chains, fuck your life
You the type of mothafucker I don’t really like
I’m stackin bands and whipping the Beamer
All throughout night
I ain’t worried bout you pussies
Leave yo body soaking in formaldehyde