*Z3R0* *Z3R0* *Z3R0*

Ay aye ay
Ay
Don't touch my
Ay

Blood on my
Blood on my
Blood on my

[verse 1]
Got my sidekick and he's rocking the sidekick
Keep runnin' from the high kick. (Aye)
Life's a lie prick (aye)
Swallowed now you go die( yuh) prick
You poisoning the children

Consuming the Ritalin in the mass quantities
Amassed all the souls of controlled entities
Pharma no suit it cool?
Chains gold white tees
Black jeans branded in the Ksubi' white plead

[Verse 2]
Pop the tags off the cheese, poppin' tag on the toes
No gunna, lil' baby but this the way life goes
Runnin' a marathon while we ducking them foes
Pledge A milly monеy but we keeping your soul

Blast from gat leave you gaspin'
Runnin' to thе murder let them see me in a casket
Sat her on the couch like I'm 'sins' and we castin'
Blade to his hands for reactions
*died* in the captions
*Laughter*
Guns in the cabinets

[Verse 3]
Chillin' with the sticks and whip in the car
Money falling all up out the whip as we drift
Hanging ladders in the room like we balthazar
Bout to hit a lick on a crib for the gold bars

Xanax in my system I get stuck it starts fucking me
Gray skin' hitting licks living in the luxury
This the way of life not portraying no thuggery
Pimp slap a bitch, hit a nigga with the Juggary