[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Starin' at the water, lookin' like a bunch of satin
Look into my eyes and all you see is motherfuckin' static
Toe taggin', bitch, I'm baggin' up the dope
No ratting to the po'
Actin' like you shy, readin' the Latin quote across my fuckin' throat
Ho's go, "Oh no, heard this motherfucker likes to give burials
And I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his home." Gave her the number to my phone
Told her dial-up 666 if she need to get a hold of me
And hopefully, she'll give me a call when she is home and free and lonely
Phone rang twice, but I missed both calls, I was hangin' in the hall, toll-free

[Bridge: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Hello?

[Verse 2: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Got a pocket fulla' stones (Stones), watchin' Game of Thrones (Thrones)
Bitches on the phone, tellin' me she home alone ('Lone)
Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'til I die (Die)
Days roll by, I just wanna get high (High)
Never-ever sober, need drugs for my composure
Lookin' like I'm dyin', layin' back on the sofa
Six feet deep (Deep)
Three gold teeth (Teeth)
Zero fuckin' hopes for this young tragedy (-dy)
Days of our lives (Lives)
Watch 'em roll by (By)
Whole fuckin' family got bloodshot eyes (Eyes)
Scripts in the kitchen, right next to the dishes (Dishes)
Finger fuckin' bitches listening to No Limit (Limit)
Westbank Soulja, straight up out the NOLA
When it come to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colder