Chorus They like “Gold why you say so cold” I say it’s cause I’m far from home Even with all this golde Still need to cuddle wit a hoe Then she play with my snow So I give her the blicky show Verse 1 They say they don’t wanna be foes Should’ve thought bout that befoe Run up on opposition Then we take position Must believe in magicians To think they getting out swinging Imma drop a couple body’s Then imma go fuck with a bad thottie She ain’t a traitor like Ally Lotti A blicky show? (What?) Not your typical gun show Shit they wouldn’t show at home But even with all this gold When I’m alone at home I be in my head Thinking how I’ll end up dead Trapped inside my bed Demons surrounding me Like an angry flock of bees Even with the ego Still feel alone Can’t even go back home I’d wound up getting shot Too young to get popped I feel like I’m already dead Walking around seeing red If it’s kill or be a killer Call me Jack the Ripper Who a Jeffery Dahmer That bitch a dollar Yeah she worth a dollar But where is her father Verse2 How you gonna say you not slut When you keep helping that boy nut There’s this dude that like fucking around with kids Even tho the law forbids Keeps looking at his ex at school Motherfucker thought he was cool Would’ve had his ass shot Left him out to rot He touched girls without consent So his death would’ve been an event And fuck my old home Place made lose a couple chromosomes They say they the opps But bitches just be like cops Would’ve snitched too But imma turn them into rat food