Fuck you Suck my dick lil prick Choppa be off the xan Rope tied neck boy Chills boy Gold grill Dope boy No limits to my city Bout it bout it Born dead Drug fiend Skinny gritty Face tatted Might be strapped Savage savage Semi semi a Cut throat committee ay Give it to em raw Yung soulja slim from the darkside Grey stripes ay Turn em to a second line ay Hearse boy hearse boy Burn your body in the pine ay It's that former broke boy Breaking even in the 7th ward with bag of dope boy Hope the smoke will clear out by the morning Got me choking boy Whatchu hopin boy? That we broken boys? We ain't open boy, no Cut throat Blood spoke 504 got the furl in my pocket Your bitch stay in my motherfucking wallet so I flaked on her Told her meet me by the lake Yeah that's wear I stay Come and blow me like grenades