Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung $now] Counting sheep until I'm sound asleep I'm lounging deep in a grave I found without a sound or peep I lay in the ground Six (Six) feet $lick as sleet, sneakin' a beat Let the breath leak out my mouth Bitch, I want your skull, fuck what's under your skirt You broke my heart, and now I'ma, I'ma make you hurt Stomp you on the curb, and then I'll throw you in the dirt Give you back to the Earth Girl, you were something special, yeah, you were my fucking first You wanna cuddle? We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse (We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse) [Verse 2: Pontius Pilate] I don't need your sympathy, make them bitches sing for me Caught up in reality, smokin' on some fantasy Put the gun against my head, pull the trigger now I'm dead Bitches wanna count my bread, only let them give me head Sleeping in a tulip bed, smokin' green and seeing red Loading up the clip with lead, trigger finger soft as thread No jewels and no chains, I like it that way Don't know what I'm up to until that Glock in your face I pop that bitch, and I spray Got these hoes on delay All it take is one word, they do whatever I say (All it take is one word, they do whatever I say)