[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
Got four bitches on my digits, AK's in my kitchen
Cocaine on my dishes from my older uncle's business
A minute turns to minutes
A vision turns to visits from a witness on a mission from the Feds that got him snitchin'
Religion of the sixes, turnin' bitches into witches
Got a hit list with a few I wan' lay down up in some ditches
Fuck 'em all, burn them bridges
Sus motherfuckers with a sickness
.45 tucked in my britches
$uicide be the voice of the misfits, hoe

[Verse 2: Yung $now]
$now Leopard creeping, the icicle demon
I'm breathin' this weed in
My gaudy pack freezin', my shawty keep sneezin'
I told her "Yung $now keep it cold like I'm changin' the seasons"
That codeine I'm bleedin'
All of these hoes see me gleamin', I'm leaking gold
We can go see the globe, but need to keep it slow
That was a week ago, she ain't know $now Leopard had at least three or so alter-egos that the Reaper know
Oh no, I keep her so close—now she reach for rope
Tie me up, now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown
My skull started tweaking, my skin started bleeding
My heart stopped its beating
My eyes disappear, now the devil is near
Oh yeah, she feels the fear!