Walking Dead

I'm geeked up, I might die on deadly psychedelics

Paper cuts, I'm counting relish

Bitch I bust my motherfuckin wrist, this shit look like a relic

And I know who caught that fuckin body, ain't no way I'm tellin

Told my brother dump him in that water, you can fucking smell it

Triple K, that choppa Kurt Cobain, I'm kamikaze crazy

I don't give no fucks bout who I hit, bitch I might kill a baby

Bitch I give a toast to all my drank, cuz that's the shit that made me

We got dope inside the fucking trap, bitch you can come and shave it

These niggas throwing shots, they sending signals, think they want some pressure

I got guns, money, sex, drugs, I ain't even tryna impress ya

Saw that bitch, I fucked her at the club and forgot to text her