[Chorus]
Yuh, blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't fuck with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't fuck with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't fuck with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet

[Verse]
Black hair, black nails
That's my type of bitch, she should tell me how she feels like
Need a goth bitch who can tell me what it feels like
I don't feel a thang, got a perky in my windpipe
If you wanna fight, I be rolling with a steel pipe
Blood on my raps, I be kicking in a fistfight
240 next night, troll with the blades out
Go psycho for this never on a break now
You should run away, you don't wanna be the reason
Pull up with the gang, then I pull up with a legion
Suicidal thoughts, got me tipping on a potion
She don't wanna fuck, she just wanna give me motion
I don't do the love, I don't really do emotion
Bitch you getting cut off like I pull up as a shogun
Pull up with a scythe like I'm Kite in the right hand
Blade on my back, and a knife in a knife dance
Black tear stain, long coat like Itachi
Feel no pain, cold bain with the Mazzi
[Chorus]
Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't fuck with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't fuck with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't fuck with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet