[Intro: Eskiiimo & Yung Bans]
Y'all fuckin' with DJ Scheme?
Eskiii, Off-White, yeah

[Chorus: Eskiiimo]
Bitch, the only promise in your life is Death (The only promise)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Nothing)
Bitch, the only promise in your life is Death (The only promise, yuh)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (When you are gone, bitch)
Bitch, the only promise in your life is Death (Yuh)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Eskiiimo)

[Post-Chorus: Eskiiimo]
Bitch, the only promise in your life is Death
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Eski)

[Verse 1: Eskiiimo]
Death is here, stalkin' the crowd
Watching my set, [?]
Takin' the soul, takin' it loud
Throwin' a [?], more than a pound, yuh
Bitch, more than a pound in my bag (In my)
When I'm in your [?], get sad
You lookin' at me and you wish this was the life you had (Yuh)
You wish, you ain't gonna' get shit (No)
You ain't fucking worth shit (No)
The only thing [?] your girl is gonna' worship (Eskiiimo)
It fucking hurts me that there's body bags after my show (Bag)
I'm hitting up my plug, I'm doing body bags a blow (Body bags)
I'm in LA, I'm in snow, I'm so bright
'Boutta' glow, bitch, I'm Eskiiimo (Naaaaasty)
[Post-Chorus: Eskiiimo]
Bitch, the only promise in your life is Death
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Eski)

[Chorus: Eskiiimo]
Bitch, the only promise in your life is Death (The only promise)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Nothing, no)
Bitch, the only promise in your life is Death (The only promise, yuh)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (When you are gone, bitch)
Bitch, the only promise in your life is Death (Aye, yuh)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect

[Hook: ZillaKami]
Slide in the spot, with a choppa pointed at your face
Slide in the spot, pull the trigger at a fast pace
Death no respect, but the opps on a fuckin' chase
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? My n***as fuckin' air it out

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Ballin' like I was folded but let's [?]
Ballin' like I was Jordan, you eatin' dust
X to the clip, be my Wockhart
N***as talk 'til they pop up
N***as always tryna' be fuckin' gang boy
And tryna' [?] you a lame boy
[Hook: ZillaKami]
Slide in the spot, with a choppa pointed at your face
Slide in the spot, pull the trigger at a fast pace
Death no respect, but the opps on a fuckin' chase
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? My n***as fuckin' air it out