Your best bet is 9-1-1
Chances slim like 5-0-1s
They think that Im close to done
You silly bitch, my time just begun
Riding in that yellow Hummer H2 with them gunners
Smoking like Joe dont make me stutter
Slidin sittin on butter 
Slingshot your nest, watch your butterflies flutter 
Screenshot the text, psych, I dont type on them products
Im the oddest 
Instead of making problems 
Id rather stalk you from afar gettin off to the fact you dont know Im watchin
Dead cold hands wrapped around your neck
I swear they look so good on you
Your lifespan abruptly came to an end
The night that Bones finally found you 
SESH bring the noise
Ask your bitch, she know your boy
You splurging on fancy toys then hurting and no need to lie
I know the truth hurts so I give em just that
My body is starting to hurt from the scene thats on my back
Half and half honored slash embarrassed, yall is fuckin trash
How you say I inspired you? No, I dont sound like that
No, bitch, you cannot rap
Pussy boy, you need some facts
Airmail em to your pad, SESH radar got you tracked