[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
Ay, it's the black plague himself
Creeping shade
Grade my soul no more oh no
Like I'm too toned to geeking
Pop stop, his bitch I'm loose like a bop
Drowning them up from the top
My life gon' fade with the drop
Half of my life I been tweakin like what
Pipe this screw a n***a bitch like a light switch
Diamond uppercut Mike Tyson bite this
Hurricane fist my whip don't ride tints
Smokin' on gas can't open my eyelids
Make ya main bitch get naked in the moshpit, watch this
Known around the block as a popstar
All my life I was ducking from them cop cars
And my bank stretch long like a python
This is how I need me a Wraith
This shit done feel like a race
You never move from your place
Diamonds reflect like a lake
I had no food on my plate
I saw that wrist that I needed to take
I cuff this bitch
Keep the look off his face
Float off the Perc'
I need two in the paint
I saw that wrist that I needed to tape
Float off the Perc'
I need two in the paint