[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly, Trippie Redd]
Yeah, when I die, leave my chains on
When I'm alive I roll it, light it, smoke
It get me high, but that's just how I brainstorm
Ain't this what we made for?
Light a blunt, jump on a cloud
And then I fly away, and I can make it rainstorm
I been up, this day four, choppin' up cocaine more
Pullin' out in that Wraith car, pistol in the side door
What you feel alive for?
This ain't what we cried for, this ain't what we died for
Keep a missile, that's my sidearm (Keep a missile)

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, Trippie Redd]
Leave out the crib, in all black, with a mask, got me feeling like Christian Bale
I gotta cross out the faces on pictures, 'cause everyone dead or end up in jail
Fuckin' this bitch from the back, but I won't say a namе, 'cause I do not kiss and tell
Know that I'm Heavеn-sent, but off the medicine, bitch, I might just give 'em hell

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, Trippie Redd]
We gon' ride for this, they gon' die for this
Back outside with this
Change your mind with this
We gon' ride for this, they gon' die for this
Back outside with this
Change your mind with this
Don't got time for this, out my mind for this
Too one-sided, bitch, gotta see both sides of shit
It's for life with this, it's on sight with this
We got sights for this, got my stripes from this
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly, Trippie Redd]
When I die, put my gang on, they know where my grave goin'
Bury me back in Cleveland inside of the coffin sleepin' with the fangs on
I'ma real demon, keep a chainsaw
Might fuck this bitch with my chains on, I don't ever let the money change all
I was high as fuck, in the ozone
She was high as fuck off the unknown, she gon' blow like a trombone
We gon' let off the drumroll (Grrt, doot, doot, doot), that's a drum solo
I'm Nemek with the shit, I heat up with the shit
I'm hittin' like I'm Derek Jeter with the shit, I'm sleepin' with the shit
I'm paranoid keep me a reap up in the shit, they creepin' with the shit

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, Trippie Redd]
Leave out the crib, in all black, with a mask, got me feeling like Christian Bale
I gotta cross out the faces on pictures, 'cause everyone dead or end up in jail
Fuckin' this bitch from the back, but I won't say a name, 'cause I do not kiss and tell
Know that I'm Heaven-sent, but off the medicine, bitch, I might just give 'em hell

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, Trippie Redd]
We gon' ride for this, they gon' die for this
Back outside with this
Change your mind with this
We gon' ride for this, they gon' die for this
Back outside with this
Change your mind with this
Don't got time for this, out my mind for this
Too one-sided, bitch, gotta see both sides of shit
It's for life with this, it's on sight with this
We got sights for this, got my stripes from this