LYRICS
作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Jerry Antoine
[Inrto: $crim]
Yeah, ****
[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
I think tonight is a good night to die
Spent most of my life tryna hide
I've tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds
Lost track of time
Pull back the tide
Isolating inside of the hive
Ready to die
In hell I arrive
Leave nothing behind, but empty backwoods packs
Raised by the last wolf pack
Yung mutt in attack mode
Taking off the sheep head mask
Everything I touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt 'til it's black
Now I got horns on my head, ain't made out of brass
I got horns on my head like a certain zodiac
[Verse 2: $crim]
Yeah-yeah, yeah
AK toting
****ing toastin
Hoodlum from that Northside
Frеquent overdoser
I'm tip toеing right through hell's fire
Break the law or break your jaw
Don't any mother ****er come close to m
**** your 'cause and **** your boy
If you really wanna die then come try thee
Yung Christ, Yung Christ
Demons all around
You don't wanna go outside
Knock knock at the door
Hey honey are you home?
You can hide but you gone die
Ride for the five
And I die for the nine
For my sin can't atone
Mom raised a killer
Dad turned me gorilla
I'ma Psycho down to the bone
[Verse 3: Germ]
I don't wanna be that nigga livin' no lie
I don't wanna be on bad sides of .45's
Keep it on me no lie
Keep it boppin' hold fire
Mama told me keep it solid
Boy these niggas fried
P***y on my dic
Lemme beat them insides
I been that nigga
Can't see my demise
Ride with the fire been the motto for some time
I def seen that text I'm just not gon' reply
GREY*59 army right foot left
Peanut butter seats I keep my lil b***h fe
I only see the money I must confess
I can't rock with these niggas
B***h I'm pressed, b***h lemme fle
B***h I need checks, b***h I need nec
Die for the set
Pulled off in a jet, got a dub on my neck
Niggas down bad I might buy the whole set