[00:00.000] 作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
[00:00.010] Lord, have mercy
[00:01.251] (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
[00:02.194] Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss (You did good, Slick)
[00:04.150] Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows (It's a Smash)
[00:06.289] If a pussy want a— (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
[00:07.259] I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
[00:08.143] Hold up
[00:09.289] Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (It's North)
[00:10.721] Ayy (Eastbloc), ayy
[00:12.618]
[00:12.801] If a pussy want a problem (Grr), I can't help but solve it
[00:16.146] For ****boys I'm a headache, but for bitches I'm a target (Wody-wody)
[00:19.397] Extra chrome retarded, should've been aborted
[00:22.514] Dick out like I'm Calvin, 'cause I piss on them regardless (****)
[00:25.850] Two-two Perc's, I just started
[00:27.387] Four Perc's feelin' gorgeous
[00:28.908] Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain't feelin' nauseous (Wody-wody)
[00:32.146] Twenty Perc's I'm talkin' to the demons 'round me walkin' (Yeah)
[00:35.265] Only got an hour before I'm right back to withdrawin' (Wody-wody)
[00:38.455] Catch a opp out joggin', and send 'em on a sky walk (Grr)
[00:41.806] Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk (Wody-wody)
[00:45.034] I-I don't really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk (Woah)
[00:48.188] Sippin' on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock' (Wody-wody)
[00:51.398] Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol
[00:54.561] Ridin' on some Forgiato's in a ****in' write-off
[00:57.698] What the ****'s a night off? Haters havin' type-offs
[01:00.912] Someone check these pussies and make sure they get their Midol
[01:04.138] Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you
[01:07.313] Think you got them Perc's but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you (Wody-wody)
[01:10.457] I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screamin' **** the blue (What? Grr)
[01:13.818] They askin' what do we do, and I'm like "Well, what didn't we?" (Wody-wody)
[01:16.967] **** all that civility, psycho shit is still in me (Ahh)
[01:20.070] Demons steady temptin' me, I'm reading Second Timothy (Wody-wody)
[01:23.275] Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies
[01:26.446] I-I can't **** with hoes that be ****in' up my energy (Wody-wody)
[01:29.718] Let me repeat
[01:30.740] Tey ain't seein' me, I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me
[01:34.038] Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em (Wody-wody), keep a TEC up on 'em
[01:37.593] Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it (Bop, bop)
[01:40.560] Now I'm flexin' all on my opponents (Wody-wody)
[01:42.604] Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa
[01:45.767] Tatted 762, fell in love with choppers (Wody-wody)
[01:48.923] Grey*59 the mafia, they some deal coppers
[01:52.092] Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers (Yung Wetto)
[01:56.179]
[01:56.341] Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
[02:01.135]
[02:01.396] It was always gonna be (Uh), suicide the backup plan—
[02:05.022] Wait, wait, wait, woah-oh, ain't that— (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy)
[02:08.390] Who the **** you (Grey), think all these labels shadow banned?
[02:11.442] Oh wait, what he mean? (Grey) Decade old industry, Taliban (Wody-wody)
[02:14.740] Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage no backup band
[02:17.789] Noose hangs in defeat, and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand
[02:20.992] Desert Camo Jeep just to pick up smack from Pakistan
[02:24.157] Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can (Wody-wody)
[02:27.437] Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarain's
[02:30.627] Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man (Damn), across the land (Wody-wody)
[02:33.751] You don't understand
[02:35.620] You don't really get it
[02:37.049] I'm busy stackin' plans, bitch, I do not check the reddit, uh (Wody-wody)
[02:40.215] I don't give a ****, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles
[02:43.364] I was once a young buck, always gettin' into trouble (Wody-wody)
[02:46.334] Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble
[02:49.740] Scared the neighbours once or twice, look at me seein' double (Wody-wody)
[02:52.843] Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
[02:56.016] Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle (Wody-wody)
[02:58.910] I'm just tatted up but humble
[03:01.130] Yeah
[03:03.335] Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle
[03:07.309] (I stay lowkey but y'all know me)
[03:08.949] Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle
[03:12.526] I-I-I-I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's (Ayy, ayy)
[03:15.802] Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble
[03:18.954] Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddle (Grey, grey)
[03:22.304] Grey*59, we turned the ****in' underground to a bunch of rubble uh
[03:27.184] What?
[03:29.953] Anybody got anything else to say?
[03:33.445] (Huh?) I didn't think so
[03:38.150] Ruby Da ****in' Cherry got a big heart, yeah (Ayy, ayy), I always flex that muscle
[03:41.353] Scrim so stoic (Ayy, ayy), you might be lucky to get a ****in' chuckle (Wody-wody)
[03:44.686] That's my partner (Ayy, ayy), that's my cousin, yeah, our family knows the struggle
[03:47.769] Dug our graves together (Ayy, ayy, ayy), and we threw away the ****in' shovels (Wody-wody)
[03:51.343]
[03:51.561] Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
[03:52.110] Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss
[03:54.618] Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows
[03:57.804] (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
[03:58.160] I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
[04:01.026] Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows

作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Lord, have mercy
(Killa, killa, killa, killa)
Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss (You did good, Slick)
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows (It's a Smash)
If a pussy want a— (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
Hold up
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (It's North)
Ayy (Eastbloc), ayy
If a pussy want a problem (Grr), I can't help but solve it
For ****boys I'm a headache, but for bitches I'm a target (Wody-wody)
Extra chrome retarded, should've been aborted
Dick out like I'm Calvin, 'cause I piss on them regardless (****)
Two-two Perc's, I just started
Four Perc's feelin' gorgeous
Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain't feelin' nauseous (Wody-wody)
Twenty Perc's I'm talkin' to the demons 'round me walkin' (Yeah)
Only got an hour before I'm right back to withdrawin' (Wody-wody)
Catch a opp out joggin', and send 'em on a sky walk (Grr)
Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk (Wody-wody)
I-I don't really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk (Woah)
Sippin' on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock' (Wody-wody)
Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol
Ridin' on some Forgiato's in a ****in' write-off
What the ****'s a night off? Haters havin' type-offs
Someone check these pussies and make sure they get their Midol
Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you
Think you got them Perc's but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you (Wody-wody)
I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screamin' **** the blue (What? Grr)
They askin' what do we do, and I'm like "Well, what didn't we?" (Wody-wody)
**** all that civility, psycho shit is still in me (Ahh)
Demons steady temptin' me, I'm reading Second Timothy (Wody-wody)
Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies
I-I can't **** with hoes that be ****in' up my energy (Wody-wody)
Let me repeat
Tey ain't seein' me, I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me
Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em (Wody-wody), keep a TEC up on 'em
Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it (Bop, bop)
Now I'm flexin' all on my opponents (Wody-wody)
Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa
Tatted 762, fell in love with choppers (Wody-wody)
Grey*59 the mafia, they some deal coppers
Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers (Yung Wetto)
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
It was always gonna be (Uh), suicide the backup plan—
Wait, wait, wait, woah-oh, ain't that— (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy)
Who the **** you (Grey), think all these labels shadow banned?
Oh wait, what he mean? (Grey) Decade old industry, Taliban (Wody-wody)
Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage no backup band
Noose hangs in defeat, and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand
Desert Camo Jeep just to pick up smack from Pakistan
Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can (Wody-wody)
Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarain's
Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man (Damn), across the land (Wody-wody)
You don't understand
You don't really get it
I'm busy stackin' plans, bitch, I do not check the reddit, uh (Wody-wody)
I don't give a ****, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles
I was once a young buck, always gettin' into trouble (Wody-wody)
Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble
Scared the neighbours once or twice, look at me seein' double (Wody-wody)
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle (Wody-wody)
I'm just tatted up but humble
Yeah
Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle
(I stay lowkey but y'all know me)
Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle
I-I-I-I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's (Ayy, ayy)
Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble
Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddle (Grey, grey)
Grey*59, we turned the ****in' underground to a bunch of rubble uh
What?
Anybody got anything else to say?
(Huh?) I didn't think so
Ruby Da ****in' Cherry got a big heart, yeah (Ayy, ayy), I always flex that muscle
Scrim so stoic (Ayy, ayy), you might be lucky to get a ****in' chuckle (Wody-wody)
That's my partner (Ayy, ayy), that's my cousin, yeah, our family knows the struggle
Dug our graves together (Ayy, ayy, ayy), and we threw away the ****in' shovels (Wody-wody)
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows
(Killa, killa, killa, killa)
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows