[Intro: YUNG MUTT]
Yung Mutt—!

[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
I'm getting fucked up, I wanna die
But I can't decide if it's 'cause I already fucking died
Fuck the police, bitch, I know my fucking lines
Lines of gunpowder, cocaine in my bullets
Go pick a flower for a pretty bitch, I wouldn't fucking do it
Smokin' on a tree, something you already knew
Since we askin' questions now
Known I don't a-fucking-prove
Huffing glue, candlelight blue
I thought you knew

[Verse 2: YUNG CHRIST]
Pretty bitches with me 'cause I keep this shit one hunnid
Start to flexin' on these bitches, then I get to bustin'
Sippin' Robitussin with my motherfucking cousin
Got me fucked up, because I do it how they doesn't
Two phone shawty with a bitch on both lines
Two hoes lonely, because I never got the time
White trash out the slime
Codeine soda with the lime on that Japanese time
When I'm smoking on the pine, bitch