Chokehold, lock in
Might as well call it good night
Skull mask, death face
When I catch 'em swear it's on sight
Blade on me, in my hand, might as well cut a nigga up
Blood on my motherfucking shirt, hey
Motherfucking put 'em in a hearse
Motherfucking put 'em [A]in the dirt
Living dead in this mothafucking thang, okay
Fuckin' on [C7]your lil' fuckin' main
Might even eat her motherfuckin' brains, okay
Like stab her ass up touché
Pick the heart out bruh, who pray
I don't pray boy, I look to [C7]the sky, my [A]nigga
Then smoke on [C7]a blunt to [C7]get by, my [A]nigga, like [F]okay
This shit fire
Nigga shit
