Yung Yogi
EXORCIST
[Verse 1 : Yung Yogi]
Exercising with the exorcist
Pablo Escobar, bitch I'm gettin' rich
Relapse, [?]
Ain't no heaven for me, my soul don't exist
While you was cookin' crystal I was grippin' pistols
And these xannies skittles, foreign bands in Bristol
Bitch, I just pulled up with the percs
Percs with the Glock and the work

[Verse 2: Ramirez]
Touch down in LA, Yogi hit me with the play
Hit 'em with the Uzi, Beretta, I'm barely with the spray
You don't wanna fuck with me, cause I'm bringin' the fuckin' heavens
Speed demon with the whip, and I'm smashin' through fuckin' traffic
Boy I'm the son of the reaper, I'm grippin' your soul
And I'm taking your bitch, I mistreat her
Stickin' my dick down the back of her mouth
All of my n***as be runnin' them routes

[Verse 3: Shakewell]
Runnin' out of drugs, boy, with the fuckin' gun up
Do about with drugs, I ain't feeling marijuana
Off Dilaudid in my veins, and I'm screamin' on the come up
Ridin', come through the rain with the heat, that's a sauna
Need to pick me a pill off the plug, but he dry
Pull out the slug on the doctor, I'm ready to die
Fuckboy don't lose your life over some drugs and a pint
If you barkin' we bite, I'ma pull out my shank and my 9