[Lyrical Sample] Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Papa Pine] Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch Yeah, I'm a dime a dozen (Yeah) All of a sudden me and my cousin Rich from pressing buttons (Beep) Lost in the sauce Yeah, I need a fuckin' compass Diggin' out all these industry plants Their roots were covered in fungus She asked if she could blow me I said "Bitch, I ain't no trumpet" (Blah) She then called me her husband I said, "No, bitch, we just fuckin'" (Nah, nah, nah, nah) This ain't for discussion (Nope) Mixed the Sprite up with some 'Tussin (Yeah) Fuck it, I bought steel-toed boots It's time to kick the bucket (Yeah)
[Lyrical Sample] Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
[Verse 2: Yung Scarecrow] Pull up on a fuck-boy, get down Off my meds right now Room full of bottles, I might drown Sedated, I'm going crazy Devil ridin' with me, chops out Lurking from the gutter (Go) Demons is my brothers (Brothers) (Yeah) Blue pills up my nose (Yeah) (Go, go) OP's in some foil (Yeah) Mouth drippin' with oil (Yeah) Watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke Separate color clothes but we all cut from the same cloak Screaming, "Bloody murder," doing dirt with my kinfolk, ayy
[Outro] Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I Glock, not to Glock, not to smack from the back Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuanaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
