bitches wanna be me acting like it suits em like a three piece I'm shining on the gold and the vvs flowing cold guess I'm Fiji goodbye no oujia everytime I die I wake up looking for demise looking for then eyes in the woods stuck in the hood in the back of my head what pop a zed man I'm finna grind that dust my desire to climb up always on some highs bruh not about a low on the low I keep it fly up blind by drugs imma bomb a block I'm a kamikaze if you talk I might cop a body everyone in Hollywood on a lot of molly but they probably should spread it out like communism popping shit bitch can it like some botulism your flow a stopping drizzle I'm a mass extinction event with these bastards I beef em to death keep it fucking grimy ain't clean in my head I need a reason to rest but I'm fucking all these beats like I'm steamy in bed