[Verse 1: YUNG $CARECROW & LIL UZI THE ANTI-CHRIST]
It's that $carecrow $hawty creepin' underneath your bed
Narcotics in my body, all I see is blood red
That schizo serial killer, that handgun under your pillow
Miserable drug dealer, or that codeine laced 'rilla
Triple six degrees, hangin' from a tree
Smoking gasoline, it's that $uicidal king
I done fucked that bitch you with
I done sliced both of my wrist, emptyin' out the clip
(Ridin' with the crosses flipped)

[Verse 2: LIL UZI THE ANTI-CHRIST]
Ridin' with the crosses flipped
Demons smoke my weed and start to cough and shit
Diamonds on my claws, no, I ain't pausing shit
Black shade, need a black flame
Back from the black plague
Ashtray made out of black suede
Get the fuck back, back away
Slash and dash, then it's back to the cave
Ashin' cash then I pack up the grave
Black lipstick left a smack on the face
Rags to riches, give a fuck about the fame

[Chorus: LIL UZI THE ANTI-CHRIST]
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave