Got four bitches on my digits, AK's in my kitchen
Cocaine on my dishes from my older uncle's business
A minute turns to minutes, a vision turns to visits
From a witness on a mission, from the Feds that got him snitchin'
Religion of the sixes, turnin' bitches into witches
Got a hit list with a few I wan' lay down up in some ditches
Fuck 'em all, burn them bridges
Sus motherfuckers with a sickness
45 tucked in my britches
$Uicide be the voice of the misfits, hoe

$Now Leopard creepin', the icicle demon
I'm breathin' this weed in
My gaudy pack freezin', my shawty keep sneezin'
I told her Yung $now keep it cold like I'm changin' the seasons
That codeine I'm bleedin', all of these hoes see me gleamin'
I'm leakin' gold
We can go see the globe, but need to keep it slow
That was a week ago
She ain't know $now Leopard had at least 3 or so alter-egos that the Reaper know
Oh no, I keep her so close, now she reach for rope
Tie me up, now she hope that Yung Plague won't be shown
My skull started tweakin', my skin started bleeding
My heart stopped its beatin'
My eyes disappear now the devil is near
Oh yeah, she feels the fear