Lyrics
You did good, son
These pussy ass boys (it's a smash)
You don't know it? Fuck it (it's Black, yeah)
Young Wetto that motherfucker out the grave
Keepin' that pistol on me, wishin' a fuckboy would come out to play
See it up in my eyes, I don't fear
No death, boy, we can both die today
Poppin' on meds, I'm throwin' up signs
Remind a motherfucker they not with Quay
Top down, ready to slide, okay
Out of my mind, I'm not okay
So high, I can't feel my body, so high, I could fuckin' faint
Twistin' fingers, cryin' with angels as I'm blowin' up the track
Devil handed me a gun, said, "Lil' boy, go get you some"
Tell 'em where you from
The N, the-the-the O, the R, the T
The H, the S, the I, the D, the E
The N, the-the-the O, the R, the T
The H, the S, the I, the D, the E
I feel the need to make a stain
I skipped his chest and put the bullet right in his brain
I'm too deranged, Scarecrow insane, he feel no pain
Man, fuck your gang and who you claim, it's simple, mane
I rep that motherfuckin' G, the-thе-the R
The E, the Y, the F, the I, the V, thе E
The N, the I, the N, the E
I smoke that B, the U, the D until them demons take over me
Boost up with a motherfucker, head out
Make sure he bled out, Hellcat, we sped out
The cops, we heard they comin', we pulled that lead out
We spread out, they start to panic
Fell for the trap, I make 'em spell out my fuckin' name
As he get hacked, you know it's
The N, the-the-the O, the R, the T
The H, the S, the I, the D, the E
The N, the-the-the O, the R, the T
The H, the S, the I, the D, the E
High grade of dank, second world, it's about to bust
High grade of dank, second world, it's about to bust
High grade of dank, second world, it's about to bust
High grade of dank, second world, it's about to bust
Tweakin' with that motherfucker and that in the trunk
Codeine in the Lambo got me swervin' like I'm drunk
Got that shit up on my face, there ain't no guessin' where I'm from
P's, methamphetamines all up in my lungs
I'm finna dilly-dally
He do it with the Buick like he in a Caddy
Pop a two, I overdo it, I'm just like my daddy
Ain't 'bout fear, she carry cannons, so I need 'em, Becky
Okay, we get it wacky, okay, I
Okay, I want 'em dead
I dance with demons for no reason, I'm fucked in the head
My trigger finger itchin', itchin' when I'm off the meds
I'm in the trenches with the wicked settin' off the set
You know it's E-A-S-T B-L-O-C
E-A-S-T B-L-O-C
Time to raise the fuckin' dead
Time to raise the fuckin' dead
Time to raise the fuckin' dead
Time to raise the fuckin' dead
Fuck 'em all, I'm fed up, doc, I need my meds up
Tweakin' with this knife and I'ma have to cut some heads up
Okay, cool, my bread up, every bitch a set-up
Demons take they turn on me, I'm waitin' for the next up
I've been tryna hide it, but they beggin' for the dark side
Fill the lobby with the skins, I ain't talkin' Fortnite
Just ran out of dope and now I'm hopin' for a short night
Just ran out of hope and now I'm beggin' for a short life
Time to raise the fuckin' dead
Time to raise the fuckin' dead
Time to raise the fuckin' dead
Time to raise the fuckin' dead