| She like me but she think that I’m a weirdo |
| Me and Nino smoking out the kilo |
| I’m a fiend bro, I’m calling for a black crow |
| I lost my backbone, don’t wanna get it back though |
| A lot of black smoke falling from the Lambo |
| On the West Coast it’s just me and Ecco |
| You’re holding on to a shadow, gotta let go |
| Head shot, me, I’m swallowed by a black hole |
| Trash star king, smoke and dirty mirrors |
| Storms coming, I feel it in my fingers |
| Puppet king, they dance, Cinderella |
| Your glass shoe don’t fit, we gon' steal 'em |
| Who comes out at night, it’s a riddle |
| This not a Oxy, it’s a Skittle |
| Drain Gang boys creepin' in the gutter |
| This not LSD, it’s a puzzle |
| These are not diamonds, frozen water |
| Hope you hate my shit 'cause you’re garbage |
| I am home alone in my castle |
| Life was aight, I don’t wanna know what’s after |
| Blood on blood |
| I’ll bring your end |
| (Love your love) |
| (I'll bring your end) |
| Love your love |
| Blood on blood (Blood on blood) |
| I’ll bring your end |
| All I wanna see is 1080 Gs |
| I’m GTB 'til I R.I.P |
| I gotta leave for a couple weeks |
| Day three, losin' beauty sleep |
| I-I-I will get it for you, whatever you need |
| Crushing ecstasy in between my teeth |
| It’s not speed, need a set of keys |
| I am D&G, drinkin' antifreeze |
| And my feet don’t touch the street |
| It’s not that deep, I don’t talk to creeps |
| Feel like 16 but I’m not that sweet |
| She had a crush on me, may she rest in peace |
| I got the leaks |
| It’s not that deep, I don’t talk to creeps |
| Feel like 16 but I’m not that sweet |
| She had a crush on me, may she rest in peace |