[Intro]
In the abyss…
And we trapped in the trench…

[Verse 1: Morgue!]
She like Morgue! you so dark
Cast a spell on my heart
And I'm deep in the abyss
Smokin' blunts let it spark
Pull up wit' a black mask
Triple 5 on the side
With a hood goth bitch
And you know she down to ride
And I keep the grass cut
N***as snakes in disguise
Yeah I'm smokin' 93
Red veins in my eyes
Smokin' dope I'm really fried
Possessed, possessed
Talkin' down on the 5
Catch a hollow to the chest
Yeah she twerkin' for the bands
Tryna slide for my clique
She was all up on my dick
I put that pussy in the tomb
Lil hood rich shorty
And she tryna rob my bros
These n***as characters
I call these lil' n***as (?)
Get the fuck up out my way
I'm tryna smoke, I'm tryna (?)
If you push me
MK'll pull up with the tool
What you need I can serve
Got them bags of the work
Bands all up on my ass
Cuz I'm servin' hella percs
[Verse 2: Alvin Abyss]
She like alvin you the shit
You the pentagram pimp
Flex some magic on that hoe
Now she finna make me rich
Damn I need a goth shorty
Right beside me in an all black Ferrari
Polo, Tommy, naughty draped on my body
Man just like Chief Sosa I can't love no thotty
Shortly only hit my line
If you slidin' through to top me
I can't fuck wit' all these n***as
Cuz they lame and they copy
Yeah they see my damn steez
Now they all tryna jock me
Yeah ya main bitch said she heard 'bout 5 Posse
Said we shinin' like the sun
And we flexin' up like Rocky
Cast a spell on that hoe
Make her soul leave her body
Now she deep in the abyss
Where I'm at, my thotty
Yeah the diamonds so cold
Make my nose so snotty
Heard you talkin' down on 5
So curry had to pull the shotty
Clearin out the fuckin' party
Damn near caused a murder scene
N***as trapped in the trench
And it's six feet deep
[Verse 3: Yung Mojo]
Yeah she twerkin' for the bands
And she twerkin' for that cash
N***as know I got the sack
N***as know I got that MAC
Yeah my bro got a chopper
He might aim it at ya back
'S like he aimin' for his cat
Fuck her fast and leave you flat
And you know I popped some flats
I might run up in this trap
Cuz you know I need them racks
I be juugin' with that sack
[?]
I don't rock no Trueys
Only polo on my ac'
And you know I'm sellin' threat
I ain't whippin' up no crack
But I'm whippin' up the pack
In the hallway with that set
I done came up like a rack
Fuck the cops we gettin' back
But I had it, that's a fact
I ain't fuckin' with no rats
Switchin' sides'll get you clapped
[?] all black
Goth witch, she in the trap
Goth bitch, hella tats
And her ass hella fat
I might cash out on the back
I might cash out out the trap
She fuck with me cuz I got packs
She say "Yung Mojo love the trap"