[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, so
Headshots, n***a
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Straight up out the lion's den, he is I and I am him
Overdosin' daily, when the fuck I'm gon' die again?
Name a n***a that I'm flyer than
You and your set, run and get wet
H'z the clique and, my n***a, we all at your neck
Fuck all the cops, fuck all the opps, n***a, we sit at the top
Lit up the pot, count the gwap, cherry red beamer the drop
She keep on fucking with that powder, her nose full of snot
We take your place, me and my n***as eat, like it or not (Yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 2]
I wrote this shit here in Cobain's garage with a gauge sitting next to me
Got a spanish Courtney Love on X tryna have sex with me
It's what I created
I'm jaded off the fame, you know my fuckin' name
Was flippin' oxycotin when you hit your crack phase
Go to your hood and flex on you like the smack days
I catch these rappers at Starbucks, spit in they frappe
Pussy, yo, yo
This blunt is smelling like dead body, try me
Tough guys, they just turn into robberies
I'm God, body like John Gotti
Rolling with the mob, yeah
Get a yopping, tell that n***a pop off, pussy
[Outro]
This blunt is smelling like (Dead body)
Smelling like (Dead body)
Smelling like (Dead body)
This blunt is smelling like (Dead body)
Smelling like (Dead body)
Smelling like (Dead body)