My ambitions as a rider is to drive right off a fucking cliff
Road stay froze in cold weather
The $now Leopard don't even grip
Floating in the ocean, rollercoastin', watch the fucking dip
Pistol whip your fucking lips
Split you with the fucking clip
$Ui, $ui, $uicideboy, bitch
$Lick the one who whips the brick
Who am, who am I, boy?
Slit your wrist, I'll add you to the list
(Ruby does not exist)

Raised by the schizos, right next to your bed when I tiptoe
Ten-four, I'm the psycho, Michael
Lights low till them guns make a light show
Oz. Of the Og
Fade away with the night breeze
Black Glocks in the trunk
Face a whole blunt, now I don't give a fuck
I'm in the 7th rolling, car might be stolen
Bitch, my carry's open, loc'ing, jocsing
My blunt be swollen, always smoking
I be that slave with the gold chain
Ridin' in the getaway
Throw another bitch away
Fuck it, I'ma die today