[Intro]
I called the girl next door
Yeah, that was a funny thing was—

[Chorus]
Boy, you sweet like sugar candy, hard candy
I be with the reaper like I'm Billy or I'm Mandy
Smooth Criminal, Mike Jackson
I don't like cameras, but I really like action
Hotboii, Lil Weezy
Glock pop, boy, turn your shit into some Reese's
Ooh, bitch, I'm cold, bitch, I'm freezing
I know we in hell, bitch, I'm breathing

[Verse 1]
You looking for a reason to be alive
But it ain't one there just between you and I
And really no one care what you choose to decide
If you unprepared, you could try suicide
This real life shit, you win some, you lose a lot
What you see as a loss, I'll like to utilize
But you would lie, it's impossible let you decide
If you a dog, I'm the law, boy, get euthanized
Is true or not?
Was you really on the block?
Was you—, was you—, was you really sending shots?
True or not?
Is this really you or not?
Is this really you or not?
I think not, ayy
Ayy, don't ask me why not
Unh-unh, ask these n***as why they lie
True or not?
Boy, I gotta stick like to the plot
Fucking with me ain't no option, that's a do or die
[Chorus]
Boy, you sweet like sugar candy, hard candy
I be with the reaper like I'm Billy or I'm Mandy
Smooth Criminal, Mike Jackson
I don't like cameras, but I really like action
Hotboii, Lil Weezy
Glock pop, boy, turn your shit into some Reese's
Ooh, bitch, I'm cold, bitch, I'm freezing
I know we in hell, bitch, I'm breathing

[Verse 2]
Don't know what the fuck I thought, I was dreaming
Another n***a here, nice as me, that's indecent
No, that shit ain't possible, I don't believe it
Even if you say a n***a even, that shit reaching
A n***a don't like me then I just don't like 'em back
You would get fired on 'fore you ever strike a match
Get cooked like a batch, watch bullets attach to your skin like some tats
Get you stitched like a patch
Ayy, what's a fact?
These n***as can't really rap, n***as wack
'Bout suit up through your new shit, end to that
That shit trash
N***as say they sipping 'til they crash, but alas
The only act these n***as know is cast
And I don't fuck with bitches, only racks I know is cash
And I don't fuck with n***as, only thing black my strap
A long list of shit, I don't like you on top of that
Heh, and I don't like you on top of that
[Chorus]
Boy, you sweet like sugar candy, hard candy
I be with the reaper like I'm Billy or I'm Mandy
Smooth Criminal, Mike Jackson
I don't like cameras, but I really like action
Hotboii, Lil Weezy
Glock pop, boy, turn your shit into some Reese's
Ooh, bitch, I'm cold, bitch, I'm freezing
I know we in hell, bitch, I'm breathing

[Outro]
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor
I called the girl next door
Yeah, that was a funny thing was—