[Intro: $crim & Juicy J]
Yeah, fuck
Should a n***a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Should a n***a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Yeah, fuck

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
I think tonight is a good night to die
Spent most of my life tryna hide (Hide)
I've tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds
Lost track of time, pull back the tide (Tide)
Isolating inside of the hive (Hive)
Ready to die (Die), in hell I arrive ('Rive)
Leave nothing behind ('Hind), but empty Backwoods packs
Raisеd by the last wolfpack
Yung Mutt in attack mode
Taking off the sheep hеad mask
Everything I touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt 'til it's black
Now I got horns on my head, ain't made out of brass
I got horns on my head like a certain zodiac

[Refrain: $crim & Juicy J]
Yeah
Should a n***a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, fuck
[Verse 2: $crim]
AK toting, codeine toasting
Hoodlum from that Northside
Frequent overdoser
I'm tip-toeing right through hell's fire
Break the law or break your jaw
Don't any motherfucker come close to me
Fuck your cause and fuck your boys
If you really wanna die then come try thee (Yeah)
Yung Christ, Yung Christ, demons all around
You don't wanna go outside (Knock, knock)
Knock knock at the door, hey honey are you home?
You can hide, but you gon' die
Ride for the five and I die for the nine
For my sin can't atone (For my sin can't atone)
Mom raised a killer, dad turned me gorilla
I'ma psycho down to the bone

[Refrain: Juicy J & $crim]
Should a n***a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Yeah, fuck

[Verse 3: Germ]
I don't wanna be that n***a livin' no lie
I don't wanna be on bad sides of .45's
Keep it on me, no lie
Keep it boppin', hold fire
Mama told me keep it solid, boy these n***as fried
Bitch on my dick, lemme beat them insides
I been that n***a can't see my demise
Ride with the fire been the motto for some time
I def seen that text I'm just not gon' reply
GreyFiveNine army right foot left
Peanut butter seats I keep my lil' bitch fed
I only see the money, I must confess
I can't rock with these n***as
Bitch I'm pressed, bitch lemme flex
Bitch I need checks, bitch I need neck
Die for the set
Pulled off in a jet, got a dub on my neck
N***as down bad, I might buy the whole set
[Outro: $crim & Juicy J]
Yeah, fuck
Should a n***a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with