| Fill 'em up |
| Ayy |
| Reddy nauseous when he pops, it’s a hazard, then he bombs |
| Drinking way too many shots, fall and faint, then puke 'em shards |
| Mothefucker, I’ma drain, so sick of being blamed |
| For the stuff in my brain, bitch, I’m no fucking sane |
| I’ma pull trigger, trigger, pow-pow, then you figure |
| Got blood on a finger, hide the body, I won’t linger |
| Pow-pow, hit your face with a shovel when you getting up |
| It’s that south Beam killer, bitch, fuck him up! |
| Pop them pills, put 'em middle fingers up |
| Bitch, it’s a goddamn thrill, take them veins and fill 'em up |
| That so I calm my sorrow, the happiness I borrow |
| Get it back tomorrow, the life is hard to swallow |
| You tell me something bad, then, bitch, I’m cynical, get medic |
| 'Cause I’m fucking you up bad, it might get lethal, bitch, I’m heavy |
| Just another one to bust, why you breaking all my trust? |
| I’m on fucking nos, bitch, just turned in a dust |
| Smoking on big pack, do-si-do |
| Tryna keep up, you don’t want that smoke, bitch, I roll like four by four |
| Pop that trunk, gon' feel me though, I can’t trust no silly hoes |
| I don’t fuck with that Henny shit, too busy mixing medicines |
| Fish scale in my brain, blood stains fall like rain |
| And my chain, go insane, diamonds busting out of frame, damn |
| I pour more pints than an oil change, aw man |
| It ain’t hard to maintain |
| Bitch, we on the same thing, pockets full of dead faces |
| All hunnits loose change, gripping on your bitch thigh |
| Sad she want my last name, woe, I’m out in Poland |
| Still get you bitch ass hoes shot, popping pills the motion |
| And I’m moving 'til I pass out, think I need to slow it down |
| Gucci on my toes now, remix flip my dope now |
| Cook it on the stove wow, kill it when I show out |
| Please send my condolence, water whipping drowning, woah-woah |
| Redy, redy, redy |
| Redy (Fuck him up) |
| Redy, redy |
| Redyzedy, the fucking boss, bitch, I’m killing it like I’m SARS |
| Faking boys come and say goodbyes, you flirt with death, rolling with a dice |
| Only speaking in evil tongues, got that flame coming out my guns |
| Once I hate the stupid cunts, and they don’t stand a fucking chance |
| Pop them pills, put 'em middle fingers up |
| Bitch, it’s a goddamn thrill, take them veins and fill 'em up |
| That so I calm my sorrow, the happiness I borrow |
| Get it back tomorrow, the life is hard to swallow |
| Redy, redy, redy |
| Redy, redy, redy |
| Redy, redy |
| Bitch, I walk in the alley, I lay low, mothefucker, I’m high, and all day long |
| I speak to the devil on a payphone, got hundred flows, ya’ll rap with the same |
| tone |
| Bitch, I’m an alien that kills Ripley, there ain’t no way I’d let that bitch |
| flee |
| Get fucked in a head, turn in dead meat, that green fucking acid, my bad teeth |
| Bitch, I’m an alien that kills Ripley, there ain’t no way I’d let that bitch |
| flee |
| Get fucked in a head, turn in dead meat, that green fucking acid, my bad teeth |