ZythusRequiem

Riding 'round town with my shirt off
Yeah I'm off that dope, the ***** I'm with, she off that Smirnoff
Still servin' Fentanyl, ten dogs, eager to rip your face off
Youngins off that 8 ball, hope it don't throw they aim off
Yeah they hatin' on me, but they broke though
Talkin' 'bout poppin' off, got me waiting for a no show
Posted on the block like a light pole, Young Promo
Heard you got that fomo, give 'em what this hoe want
Yeah, big **** on them big sticks, mane, you don't want the smoke
Wetto never lackin', keep my pistol loaded, trained at you
Slug in that chamber, **** goin' how I'm goin' low
Clutchin' on that calico, pocket stick all natural
**** around and find out
Ain't no need for plottin', if it's smoke, you gon' die now
Walk over to Ruth's Chris, just shoot shit, then dine out