Lyrics

[Intro: Mia Farrow & KXVI] La— (Y-y-y-y) La— (Y-y-y-y) La— (Y), la (Y-y), la-la-la-la (Y-y-y-y-y-y) (You did good, $lick) La-la-la-la (It's a Smash) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it go (Ha, hahaha) Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it blow (Ha, hahaha) Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it go (Ha, hahaha) Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it blow (Ha, hahaha) La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Let's go, let's go, let's go) [Verse 1: Scrim & Ruby Da Cherry] I was runnin' up the dope before the dough (North) You can check the records Ever since I got conscious, dyin' was obvious, countin' down the seconds I was left with no options, snortin' Oxys off a Smith & Wesson Body filled with narcotics, fuck the optics (Pow), bitch, next question (Get the fuck outta here) Smokin' like I been stressin' (Smoke) Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic (Ho) Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressin', ho, I'm big steppin' (Wetto) Jordan Clarkson with the Narcan I shoot for thirty and that's with my off-hand Walk in, they like, "Who let the dogs in?" Kill myself 'fore I let an opp win (Yeah) Bitches beggin' me to get toxic, okay, let me go and pour a cup Mom and dad would if they could, I ain't even mad they ain't showin' up (Yeah, yeah) Thinkin' 'bout it got me chokin' up, if I love her, time to blow it up (Skrrt) Pop on some Percs 'til I'm throwin' up Then refresh on X like I'm scrollin' up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I got some wounds that ain't closin' up (Let's get it) Cuts on my body, no tonin' up (Let's get it) Ghost that there ain't no disposin' of (Let's go), huh, yeah (Let's go, ayy), ayy Emotionless, but the dose is up (Let's get it) Fuck affection, I don't cozy up (Fuck) You in my house, and that's close enough (Yeah) I got problems with trust (Yeah), I got problems with lust (Yeah) Bitch, that's powder, not dust Whole gang brain fucked, G*59, we the cult They ain't nothin' like us (Grey), they say, "Huh?" I say, "What?" I drink Tuss', they drink nut, they all pussies, get touched (Yeah) Turn a opp to a slut (Yeah), turn his block to a blunt (Grrah) Watch my dog, he got flushed, lookin' at his first dead body (Fuck outta here) Life too painful and the game will change you Have you sayin', "Fuck everybody" (Fuck 'em) I don't give a fuck what they hear about me (Fuck) Got a couple killers includin' Dre 'round me Better think twice 'fore you play 'round me (Yeah, uh, oh) Got more guns on me than a red county [Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry] Copped the Porsche 911, now I'm gettin' randomly selected (What the fuck?) Searched for drugs and bombs and weapons Wait a second (Huh), no need for aggression (Nope) Just a common misconception bettin' that they'll threaten my profession (Probably) Their perception of who I am won't make me question who I am, damn Rose gold and morganite lookin' like a suicidal gesture (Who) Knocked her ex-boyfriend the fuck out, just so I could impress her (Fuck him) Just so I could undress her (Yeah) Now I'm payin' for the fall semester (Goddamn) Told her to call me professor after winter break I'ma hand her off to my successor Strive for the greater and never the lesser Me and $crim made it without an investor (Ayy) Yeah, we survived suicidal adventures (Ayy) Made a pact that we would never surrender (Huh?) Never surrender (Say it again) Made a pact that we would never surrender Sellin' my soul to my dreams and my goals but I won't ever stop until I'm on the stretcher There's a demon in me and I think it might've overstayed its welcome (Uhh) There's a demon in me and it's helpin' me to reach a state of bedlam (Uh-oh) Snortin' these pills like I'm tryin' to smell 'em (Ayy) I'm declarin' war on my cerebellum (Ayy) My worst enemy is the version of me that I can't even fuckin' remember (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Uh, yeah, Ruby been destined for the looney bin 'Round my finger the Uzi spins While I'm chuggin' some bougie gin, lose or win I'm never slowin' down like, we losin' wind, I'm groomin' them for death 'Cause my lifestyle, will have you choosin' limbs, the moon is dim Tonight I'll have to remain locked up in my tomb again Took too many Xans I started askin', "Who is $crim?," the knot is loose again Someone tied the noose too thin Livin' life like pullin' teeth, I'll die with a toothless grin [Outro: KXVI & Mia Farrow] Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it go Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it blow Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it go Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it blow La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la