Uh-huh, uh-huh
"Hi-C, what the fuck you wearing?"
This Evisu and Hysteric (Blood, darkness, come unto me)
Got the juice and that's apparent
That lil' ho should be embarrassed
Pouring Hi-Tech, Bloody Mary
Blood on my Arc'teryx
Take a trip down London, Paris
Swarovski stars embedded
He a pussy, pop his cherry (Uh-huh)
Hi-C, man
(Offer your soul)
For life, I'ma just swag on this ho, man
(Massacre)
Yeah, let's go, let's go, let's go (There's no turning back)
Yeah, okay, let's go, yeah (There's no turning back)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Souls, come unto me)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, yeah (Heaven or Hell, let's rock)
Nigga thought his bitch was sacred
Put his main bitch in rotation
Got a Porschey just to lane switch
On the highway straight to Hades
All these bad bitches, we slayed 'em
Fuck 'em once and then replace 'em
Put a blade on all my chops like Ninja Gaiden
How the fuck you not a slut? That's all you hang with
Finna shop at Chrome, had to book my reservation
Off a lot of drugs so high, now I feel weightless
I'm a psychonaut, third eye regeneration
Twin Glocks on me, nigga going out guns blazing
Let her drain my dick 'cause I know she a Bladee fan
All this pain inside my heart, it got me jaded
Diamonds rainbow sherbet
Put the shroomies on a burger
In a grey coupe, Silver Surfer
Chrome Heart, Hysteric splurger
Gel tab and shroomies serving
In a V12 Porschey, swerving
Get these groupie bitches nervous
Fuck her friend and now she's hurting (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
"Hi-C, what the fuck you wearing?"
This Evisu and Hysteric (Blood, darkness, come unto me)
Got the juice and that's apparent
That lil' ho should be embarrassed
Pouring Hi-Tech, Bloody Mary
Blood on my Arc'teryx
Take a trip down London, Paris
Swarovski stars embedded
He a pussy, pop his cherry (Uh-huh)
Told the bitch to bring her friend, they wanna share me
All these dead guys, I'm a walking cemetery (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chrome Heart, Hysteric shopper
Rock lean-stained Truey joggers
Geeked up off shrooms and blotter
I'm a lot of niggas fathers
Bad bitches on my roster
Finna SRT the Charger
Got blues like Max from Fosters
Inked up just like a marker
Put the shroomies on a whopper
Geeked up like flying saucers
Yeezy's, kick shit like soccer
Shout-out to my gay stalkers
Put my dick in her root chakra
This thot, she sing like opera
Bitch, I'm over you
Bitch, I know the truth
Bitch, you so ran through
Can't get close to you
Shroomie bowls and juice
BAPE camos and Ksubs
I don't go with you
Just get throat from you (Bloodbath)
You don't know me, dude
So don't front your move
Put this scope on you
Hollows go through you
I get dough, do you?
I get hoes, do you?
Bitch, I thumb through blues
Like I'm supposed to do
Uh-huh (There's no turning back)
Uh-huh, uh-huh