[Verse 1: LiL PEEP]
I hit the dope two time, take the stress off my mind
I hit the coast and I ride, comin' quick on your side
I'm like a ghost, half the time I'm just creepin' behind
I'm never slow, I follow, take your soul, you hollow
Bass kickin' like your bitch, kidnap her for kicks
Come 6, poppin' sticks, while she biting my lip
Don't flip, don't dip, better not move too quick
I take that grip right off your hip and smack yo' ass with the clip
Hollow tip spit like a blue-nose pit
Hold my shit, I'ma fuck your bitch
Bump Three-6 while I cut my wrist, funk my kicks
Then I break the rim when I dunk that shit
Bloodstain the Timb, no shit
Got razor blades in my fist, taking lists
Only time I put the blade down
When I gotta pick up my pen
Fuck your Benz, I'ma paint thе Cadillac black
Can't see me in the night with the lights off (Nah)
Quicksand on thе white walls
Living life on the edge, bitch, I might fall (Might fall)
Don't give a fuck what they say about me (Nope)
PEEP won't rest 'till I rest in peace
S on my chest when I come up on the beat
Full moon flex while you motherfuckers sleep
[Chorus: LiL PEEP]
Make my will while I take my pills
Give your bitch chills when I make my bills
If I get killed, I know I'ma die real
Stay real still, you already know the deal
You already know the deal
LiL PEEP poppin' Henny bottles, fuck a seal
I love the way it feel, so I do it for the thrill
Say she wanna chill, bitch, I know the fucking deal (Fucking deal)

[Interlude: DEATH PLUS]
Yuh,Yeah, yeah.... (Ch, Ch)

[Verse 2: DEATH PLUS]
Young shady motherfucker, really scary when I’m comin'
If you hear me get running, when you see me, get low
Can't see the profit, no bands in my pockets
So I'm skunkin' up and gettin' back on my flow
White trash boys, just some white trash boys
Flipping up the middle finger to these motherfuckin' hoes
I ain't talking 'bout the women, nah, I'm talking 'bout these bitches
That be pushin' all your music and they sell that flow
I never gave a fuck about a deal
So I ain't ever fucking with them, man, that's how it is
All these internet bitches hoppin' on my dick
Life turning into shit, I'm finna slit my wrists
Spittin' a miss and flickin' my wrist to these bitch boys
All I ever hear you do is talk shit, boy
I hear you rap about the trap but it ain't shit, boy
Ho, I been on my fucking grind and ain't got shit for it
What the fuck, bitch? Rhyming ain't gon' cut it, bitch
You got no creativity, you ain't no artist, bitch
You ain't a thug, you ain't a G, you ain't the hardest, bitch
You just a pussy-ass motherfucker starting shit
I spark a blunt, blow the smoke to the fucking breeze
Thinking "How the fuck I get out of these fucking trees?"
Climbing up to the top, to the fucking leaves
I can't even fucking see what's underneath
[Verse 3: JILLA JUNT]
Ah can't i tell if i fell down the staircase to hell
Maybe im slowly climb my way to heaven
Casting spells down the well cause i heard you fell in
Make you feel lovely ugly and jealous with one sentence
All i know is i got it get it get it with my [?]
Stay consistent with this horror stories that im telling
B$MB is the only acronym that im spelling
Planet Switchaz $kimask Boyz is the clique that im rapping
Sensing the presense of something that messing mentally
Left for dead born again with telepathy
Lyrics and beats is the recipe music and sex is the remedy
Pure ecstasy when your next to me everyone of you pussies is dead to me
Like some overdose on some Texas tea dome shot of that Hennessy
For all the homies that rest in peace and all the fools that envy me
Im an entity from the 70s coming down clean when im step out the scene
Facing three felonies playing this melodies
Nobody seem to see what this music really means to me
Ive lust for her but she stuck on earth
Fuck your birth i kill you first not a murderer dont hurt my nerves
Hollering watching you crash and burn
Switchaz Planet from the universe this twilight zone is where i lurk
But you ain't berserk when you heard this verse
Everywhere i go is where i works
Stay drop the shit not surb and urbs inside my mind i go to church
I pray them gods remove these curse i guess why Lucifer died first

[Verse 4: T.RICH]
Got the game blindfolded they won't see me coming
Catch me smoking in the oven i dont like whom im becoming
Let me out i cause destruction a ghost upon my dungeon
Play with me i end your life in the push of a button
Finger stay on the trigger but my mind beyond that money man
Molly coming in i sell it all and tell ill come again
We do not trust the govermemnt cause they be on some other shit
[?] i bet they loving it, i bet they loving it [?] i bet they loving it
Psychopat just killing beats i go ahead and take my feed
Upon the ground i smoke a pound while increase my bank account
These people dont mean nothing now im dead in the underground
I made for the people always knowing that i make it out
Controversy thru my journey smoking like we in a hurry
Crawling out the mud i smoking bud and drinking cups of dirty
[?] got 3 eyes my mind is so filthy lie to the judge "Not guilty"
When i get released i burn the whole building

[Outro: JILLA JUNT & DEATH PLUS]
I hit them with this slick rich shit
Kill'em with the quickness can't trust none of you slutty bitches
Succubus witches dont know who did this
Live my living love is what missing
My pimping is vicious multiplying digits cop it than cut it
Splitting than flipping profitting in abundance
Bitch i gotta to get it you dissing my clique im Switchaz Planet
Splitting their wigs im ditching them quick
Too high, too much, so alive, but I’m done
Smokin' nothing but dust and it's all I ever loved
I don’t wanna hear about it now
All I ever wanna see are clouds
Too high, too much, so alive, but I’m done
Smokin' nothing but dust and it’s all I ever loved
I don’t wanna hear about it now
All I ever wanna see are clouds