Nigguh cut it out, everyone here hates you Your parents even hesitated before they decided to make you I just screwed the birch that just screwed you Outta all your cash, nothing you can do Your flow washed up you the washed up crew Guns in the jeep as we pullin up to you We about to do a sweep as we yellin' out nigguh **** you And yo future looks bleak cuz we bangin' without truce Suicide attack someone go and get the noose As I hear the beat drop I'm about to go loose Smoke blow out the window, call it summer haze Starin' down the barrel bet that you seen better days Tell me what more can I say, I can kill it all day Blood on the carpet, death in the beat Hustle like I need it, flow is ice cold And I'd tell you that I killed it okay okay Dimin yet n*gga got no shinin i know i be off but it the perfect timin but n*igga all you got is sh*t no rhymin so sublime bring it back cuz it my time the time is now hit you so hard call me boom boom pow i jack yo sh*t best for you to quit cuz even tho you try you can't spit throw a fit but all you do is crack and split imma one two hit all you is is a n*gga so do your best mother f*ckin crit all i do is take your throat and slit cut you open like a peach tear you out like a pit only thing you be killin is that netflix where you been chillin there aint no blood on the carpet unless you talking about yours and that hustle you need sayin flow is ice cold mine -40 degrees without the windchill but if you want i can flip the bill because you hustle like you broke but n*gga all you do is choke hustle products 2+3-4 equalling me Dakinng now like used farm equipment n*gga i set you free But we already know