I'm always fucked up, half dead, soul full of rounds
I keep a hundred in the shotty, bodies fall to the ground
He coughing dust up I still gon' take the gold from his mouth
I'm looking like a zombie walking choppa knocking them down
(Blegh)

I'm with the gang, ain't no ops on me
I leave the bank like a robbery
I keep a knife in my sock
And I heard that he talking but
Ain't pulled that Glock on me
No red dots you ain't gonna body me
I keep the steel at your your artery
Pardon me, is that your clique? cuz they bother me
Fuck out my face with that glizzy you bought from me

Glizzy cocking and it came with a stiffy
The hollows hit em', and your body go missing
I fuck a bad bitch in every city
With face tats and a strap on her kidnеy
Nobody safe and I want all the smoke
Likе I smoke yo an eight Imma keep on the low
Militia the gang and we've all got some ghosts
And we taking your chain like we taking your souls
I go down to the sewers, no coughing
Cocking it back and we shooting like archery
Artemis, I am a god you can't bother me
He's got the glizzy but never gon hollow me

Fuck with the kid, 40k with that lock jaw
1, 50 clip in the Ar knock yo jaw off
Fuck with a kid 40k with that lock jaw
1, 50 clip in the Ar knock yo jaw off

He coughing dust up I still gon' take the gold from his mouth
I'm looking like a zombie walking choppa knocking them down

I'm always fucked up, half dead, soul full of rounds
I keep a hundred in the shotty body fall to the ground
He coughing dust up I still gon' take the gold from his mouth
I'm looking like a zombie walking choppa knocking them down
(Blegh)