What you wanna hit? My m*******a

Asian ******* with me sipping molly water

Lil peep, I'ma young stunna

I ain't lying when I tell you I be counting hunnas

I ain't ever talking to the f*****g coppas

Bending ******* over like they f*****g copper

Put that on my momma

I'm like Waka Flocka

Anybody got a problem, I don't need my partna

Got it, aye

I ain't tripping, I ain't plotting boy, I'm in your face

*****, what the **** you talking about

Kill me then

I'm so tired of these men and they f*****g threats

Ain't nobody ever told you I'm in love with death?

Please kill me, motherf****r

Put my soul to rest

Put my body under covers, get the f*****g gas

Light a match, let me burn while my ghost laughs

Put my ash in a urn and then I sold that

I'm a fiend for money

Yeah, I know that s*it ain't nothing, its just something about it

Every time I cut my wrist you see the money come out it

It's in my bloodstream, baby you can't **** me without it

I need a rich goth ***** and a crib on the mountain

Paparazzi taking pictures every time we step out it

I need snipers on my roof - I need a Jewish accountant

I need everybody round me - getting money and counting

No clownin'