Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Mutt] Starin' at the water, lookin' like a bunch of satin Look into my eyes, and all you see is motherfuckin' static Toe taggin', bitch, I'm baggin' up the dope, no rattin' to the po' Actin' like you shy, readin' the Latin quote across my fuckin' throat Hoes go, "Oh no, heard this motherfucker likes to give burials And I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his home" Gave her the number to my phone Told her, dial-up 666 if she needs to get ahold of me And hopefully, she'll give me a call when she is home, and free, and lonely Phone rang twice, but I missed both calls, I was hangin' in the hall, toll-free [Interlude: $uicide Christ] Hello? [Verse 2: $uicide Christ] Got a pocket full of stones (Stones), watchin' Game of Thrones (Thrones) Bitches on the phone, tellin' me she home alone ('Lone) Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'til I die (Die) Days roll by, I just wanna get high (High) Never ever sober, need drugs for my composure Lookin' like I'm dyin', layin' back on the sofa Six feet deep (Deep), three gold teeth (Teeth) Zero fuckin' hopes for this young tragedy ('Dy) Days of our lives (Lives), watch 'em roll by (By) Whole fuckin' family got bloodshot eyes (Eyes) Scripts in the kitchen, right next to the dishes (Dishes) Finger fuckin' bitches, listening to No Limit (Limit) Westbank Soulja, straight up out the NOLA When it come to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colder [Outro: $uicide Christ] Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh