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Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga
 Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!
 Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga
 Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!
 Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga
 Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!
 I'm sinking to unknown levels, the devil with no brake pedal
 Stop all this murder, mo' murder, drugs got me cockin' the burner
 Run up in your house, duct tape on your mouth
 Evil shit, hittin' licks, never a drought
 $uicide Grey59, future is now
 Lucifer in the flesh, you'd hear the sound
 $ui, $ui-cide, $uicide!
 Poppin' these pills, and I'm poppin' these shells
 Oxy and heron crushed up in a bill
 Feel like I'm watched by the eyes in the hill
 $carecrow the menace, but $carecrow don't panic
 I called on JGRXXN, and they ready to kill
 Lil Uzi cocked, and he ready to drill
 Smokin' out, locin' out in a DeVille
 Roaches swarm around me as I rise and levitate
 I be the snake of Genesis leading the Exodus to an unknown place
 And claim it's safe, uh!
 Gathering sheep to the slaughter, I show 'em the blade
 Let them pray to the father and sneak up behind them
 And open their veins, the devil in wolf's clothing
 Yung Plague attends them demon masquerades
 But I ain't mask my face
 I pass the blade and ask to trade their soul for cash and fame
 I scratch these names off of my list
 I trash the place and dip back to my pit of ash and bones and hibernate
 My sack of souls ain't gon' escape
 Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga
 Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!
 Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga
 Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!
 Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga
 Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!
 Watch me hypnotize you niggas 'cause JGRXXN got that phonk
 I'm ridin' in a steamer with some bodies in the trunk
 Jug mane, jug mane, you not the jug, mane
 False flaggin' niggas, come and catch a blast, mane
 These Schema-icide niggas always burning up the trunk
 We runnin' down your lane, I don't pull up I always dunk
 I never gave a fuck about these niggas wanna play
 And if you with the shit, please believe we on the way
 Hustle the maniac
 Quick attack, you can't relax, you can't relax
 So on your back, you even know I'd bust your ass
 Be like fuck the cash but need the cash
 Hustle passion for the love of bands
 I kill a man; I rob a man, I be fiendin' bad
 But damn if I tell you that
 You be lurkin' in my business fast
 Like, "The fuck boy, how you doin' that?"
 Before you know it, I be at your neck
 Like the dead, he vanish to a mist (hustle!)
 He see the noose that come up out the group
 In the trunk we let bodies sit
 Suicide the way we slittin' wrists
 Roll the blunt then put it to my lips
 Torch a car just for the love of chips
 It's Hustle!
 G-G-G 59, talking to the devil plot another 'nother crime
 Elevate above the clouds, looking for the sun
 When I fell from the heavens was losin' my mind
 Rip off my wings, and I take off my halo
 I'm looking for God but didn't find shit
 So I slept with the devil, I sold my soul quick
 I was fucking and then-then I made it my bitch
 Murder suicidal, grippin' the rifle, hand on the Bible
 Believe in false idols you living in dreams, but I'm stuck in reality thinking of schemes
 Loss in the darkness where I become heartless
 I creep through the night, and I keep my blade sharp
 And I'm stuck in my wave
 'Cause I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm throwing my elbows, I'm gettin' too buck
 Niggas ain't barrin' that shit, my nigga
 Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch!