bring out your dead
You gon', you gon', die, die— (Out of the way, kids!)
Hanging out the motherfucking window (Aye, aye, aye)
'Bout to shoot this bitch
Used to smoke crack, now I count fucking racks
Mack daddy smacked, licking a powder bag
Back on my bullshit, white Benz coupe fit three in the back
And that's not including yo' bitch too, shit
Mutt hit the blunt like a bum
$lick in the cut with a cut, no, we never gave a fuck
Here I come, suck it up, bitch, I'm fucked
Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs
Threads full of stains in my car, fucking slumped
Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck
Lean the seat back as I swerve and I crash
Yeah, there's blood mixed with glass
As my dreams turn to black, I'm ash
Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack
Just a bunch of trash
Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP
Let's just be terrorists, blow up on NBC"
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window
'Bout to shoot this bitch
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window (Ooh, ooh–!)
'Bout to shoot this bitch
This for any pussy-boy that wanna act up (Ac' up)
Find yourself dead with no guts (No guts)
Voice in my head saying, "Kill yourself!"
So, so, so I wrote a note
Hot boy, turned cold
To whom it may concern, fuck you and the world
Nurse these Xanax
Anxiety on panic, like "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I gotta go!"
I got a sixty pack waitin' at home
Feel like a zombie; I'm all alone
Everyone clones
Please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone
Before I put the .45 at your dome, lil' bitch!
Hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game (Game!)
Hollow tips, gonna insert in my brain
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window
'Bout to shoot this bitch
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window
'Bout to shoot this bitch