[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
See we creepin' in leaves in, these fuck boys all need a beatin'
The reason your fuckin' bleeding is 'cause my demons are eatin' all season
All these pussies are immature and just imitators
Fuck you if you need some favors but you can come and meet your maker
Yeah, it’s been a minute, pull up my windows tinted
KFS and triple sixes, flexing on little bitches
Why you lying mothafucka? You don’t want no smoke
Hide behind the fuckin' keyboard you're a fuckin' joke let it blow

[Verse 2: VAGUE]
You wishin' to die, lookin' and hopin' remember your blood on the line
Life always given you time, but you just wastin' it
And you be fakin' your crimes, always gonna hold my doubt
'Cause you a snake lookin' for clout
We don’t give handouts
You seekin' attention, never amount
Gave us the runaround, run around, run around
Bitch you know who the fuck we been talkin' all this shit about
Follow the trash and soon you’ll be findin' out
Dug up your past, got way too much dirt to count
Quality over the quantity
Time really never has bothered me
So fuck off, you better stop pacing me
Didn’t know “Bein' a bitch” is your policy