[Chorus]
Run up on a bitch, got both my wrists slit
Fall back, reload, got a full clip
In the back seat, lemme' take another hit
While I vanish into black every time I go split
Run up on a bitch, got both my wrists slit
Fall back, reload, got a full clip
In the back seat, lemme' take another hit
While I vanish into black every time I go split

[Verse 1]
Dickriders out while they jack another style
Motherfuckers talk bad, I been doing this a while
No it ain't special, no it ain't nothing new
All that shit bad, you ain't even in my view
Chink on the come up, I don't hear a fucking doubt
Got a fucking problem, I don't see you come around
Making no noise, you ain't even speaking loud
All these people standing still in a small dead crowd
Give a man shade cause' the bars I spit are hot
Never be worth shit with all the loot you get or got
Think you on top now you got a big head
Put you back in your place, taking back what you said
Take a little break, step back give it time
But I'll be right here and I'll stay spitting rhymes
Who's set is this? Look around bitch, it's mine
Don't care much if you go and quit, it's fine
[Chorus]
Run up on a bitch, got both my wrists slit
Fall back, reload, got a full clip
In the back seat, lemme' take another hit
While I vanish into black every time I go split
Run up on a bitch, got both my wrists slit
Fall back, reload, got a full clip
In the back seat, lemme' take another hit
While I vanish into black every time I go split

[Verse 2]
Posted with an automatic, try to bring me static
Motherfucker started bragging that his bitch was the baddest
But I can make a promise that she really fucking wasn't
Said he been slinging dope but he really fucking doesn't
No free pass, bitch we all got to pay
No I don't make the rules, the fuck you want me to say?
Fuck a cop snitching, definition of a pig
Yeah we all make a living, it's your own grave ya dig
Pull up to your residence, say "Fuck all who you messin' with"
You're owing people dope, bitch you gotta settle shit
Running out your pockets, where the fuck did it go?
All that shit's gone, blowing on a couple O's
Bitches don't regret long as they can make a profit
They just care about a penny,they can walk and go deposit
Don't give a fuck, they just want it to themselves
But they're gonna die slow cause' of all the shit they sell
[Chorus]
Run up on a bitch, got both my wrists slit
Fall back, reload, got a full clip
In the back seat, lemme' take another hit
While I vanish into black every time I go split
Run up on a bitch, got both my wrists slit
Fall back, reload, got a full clip
In the back seat, lemme' take another hit
While I vanish into black every time I go split