Turnin' blood in gold
Housin' in the coast
I am flexin' with the gloss
Flip a pack, oh, Young Rose

Never lose the freaking pose
Your boyfriend is fuckin' poser
Dirty lyrics in the shit
I am like: Wig split
You're a bitch, call to me
You a little little cursed
So I cut, cut furs
Pay attention to this verse

Turn this camo to the black
With the Glock make them sweat
Run, run for your life
If you listen to this claps

Hundred bullets thin in your face
Never give a fuck to the hate
What the price that I paid