8am

[Intro: Benji Blue Bills]
Throw back this pill, I turned into a demon, yah
Yah, yah, yah
Ten hat, ten hats, taco swap, yah
Ten hat, ten hats, taco swap, body swap
Murder dance down, niggas 'bout to pull up to somebody plane
Bitch don't ask me how many pills I popped, I'm tryna sip more drank
Already know that you been fuckin' on opps, that's why your coochie stank
I'm really tryna see somethin' chopped up, I ain't tryna see no shrink
8 a.m., 8 a.m., I'm finna fuck 'round, kill my lean man, I'm tired of waitin' on him
Taco swap, I'm talkin' about Taco Bell, how I drop shells on him
Soon he fuck that bag up, that shit bail on him, b-bail on him
I throw 'bout ten pills and I turned into a demon, yah, demon, yah
Think that she got a chance to fuck 3B, she must be dreamin', yah
Th-th-this bitch think we goin' steady, I'm thinkin' about leaving, yah
Soon I spot a opp, then I'm 'bout ready to make his breathing stop
I woke up, walked out at 8 a.m., 8 a.m
I went straight to the opp drop in that hotbox tryna wait on him
I came with that hot sauce, I let shots off and I skate on him
I just think 'bout bodies, OVO, how I put Drac' on him
I don't even get no sleep until he knocked off, we gon' murder slim

[Verse 2: AC640]
Kriss Vect clip up in my Glock, he turn around, we gon' murder him
Two man, two block, me and Bam
We hop out, we the murder twins (We out)
I'ma let this switch fly like the bird on him
Nigga disrespect 3B, on Kat, nigga, I'ma bury him
Come test this shit
I ain't no regular young nigga, I was hoppin' out the car with blatts and shit
Nigga try spin right here, he done fucked around and met his death right here, with his dumb-ass
On Kat, we hop out, leave shit in a trash bag
3B just wicked out, threw his body in a trash can
I think I'm crackin' shit too much, just like a mad man
We hop out, chase shit, I put the beam on you like it's laser tag
All it take is one call, we'll turn your block into Afghanistan