[Intro: 5'4]
Vilex
My only friends are these drugs
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: 5'4]
We haven't talked a lot
I'm doing cocaine off the motherfucking countertop
I'll blow my brains out in this motherfucking parking lot
I bet these bullets hit your body when I try you, son
Who's that pretty motherfucker in the mugshot?

[Verse 1: 5'4]
Bitch it's me
And I keep a quarter on me just like Double D
You the type to cop it for the high then sell it for the cheap
She look just like Chip 'n' Dale when you put dick inside her cheek
And I got that [?]
I got special plugs that gas you up, I'm talking Adolf
I was moving packs around the trap, ain't takе no days off
I got thots up on my roster like I made thе playoffs
Lil' bitch, I made the playoffs (Ayy)
I smoke gas like a caustic, it's so toxic
I see lots of people dying 'round me oh-so-often
Hands in the moshpit, take him as a hostage
I can feel my Spidey-Senses tingle when you talk shit
[Bridge: Afourteen]
Uh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yah, yah, yah

[Verse 2: Afourteen]
Yeah, we haven't talked a lot
Bitch, I'm running through the lobby with a shotty shot
Think I give a fuck? Your problem when the body drop, twitch
Yeah, I they only talk shit
Chop 'em up with chopstick
I never learned no quick fix
She ain't ever let me in, but she all on my dick
Pop a bottle, party out, I got it grinding on the clit
Now we get all the money, [?] inside of a clique
They ain't even know I'm on the set-list, we'll beatdown, you bitch

[Chorus: 5'4]
We haven't talked a lot
I'm doing cocaine off the motherfucking countertop
I'll blow my brains out in this motherfucking parking lot
I bet these bullets hit your body when I try you, son
Who's that pretty motherfucker in the—

[Outro: 5'4]
Yeah, that's— that's the end of the song