$CRIPT$ (Remix)

[Verse 1: kid c.]
OD on $CRIPT$ in this bitch, slit a wrist for the kid
Going rata-ta-tat, like the drums going quick
Now the bass going harder, than me on that crazy
Now I ruined rap, guess they startin' to pay me
Cause if I get hits, I get money to spend
Abuse it and use it, no, I don't pretend
I don't need no approval, be richer than Google
Just hold up, this shit that I'm hitting is useful
To me, cause I own the scene
That promethazine ain't been helping me sleep
So I po' up that lean, they say I'm a fiend
But I'm sure that my dreams are reality, see?
Now you on the street
Cause you wanting that drop-top, I'm like
If you need it so badly, go get it, you might
As well, pass and inhale, overdose if you real
Then re-enter reality now, shit

[Verse 2: Komato$e]
My niggas be poppin' and choppin' up Xanax
My niggas is comin to take over planets
The liquid I'm seekin' is light red in nature
Not talkin' 'bout Hi-Tec, it's sweeter in flavor
I'm favoring niggas that stay out my way
'Cause if I gotta spray, I'll make sure it's messy
No one stand next me, the bad mon, I'm Nessy
Try catchin' me on cam, elusive and heavy
So go ahead and test me, pussy ass bitch boy
I keep work up on me, you could get it if you snitch, boy
I cannot downsize, I only go up
And my bitch used to look 12 'til she done glo'd up
I got cannibal niggas and Hannibal niggas
We crackin' your skull then we crackin' some jokes

[Interlude: Komato$e]
No lie
I'll fuckin'
I'll fuck a nigga's bitch over a table
And use that nigga as the table I'm fuckin' his bitch over
Bust 2 in his head and 1 in his bitch

[Verse 3: Komato$e]
I jus downed an eighth, purple Bape, purple everything
I jus smoked an eighth to myself from the top shelf
I jus hit a lick, this the 5th one I hit today
I got work up on me, but it's only if you pay
Niggas sleepin', bust out a Wesson
All gold knuckles, fuck a brass section
I got bass like niggas out west did
I got weapons, get to 2 steppin'
End a nigga if he wanna know
What's good, what we got in sto'
What's good, what's poppin', yo?
Who you think you is tryna run up on me, ho?

[Verse 4: Yung Davon]
I fake mental illness to get my prescription
Ain't poppin' any, I shark all you niggas
Bitch, I'm the plug I'm supplied by the Jews
Talk all that shit 'cause I'm off of the juice
Talkin' that shit, but she wet like a boat
Put one in your mom and then one in her throat
I dryhumped your bitch, 'cause she knew I'm the goat
Y'all hating on me, but you know I'm the goat
Ayy, Yung Davon out flipping packs now
Niggas like, "Yung bro, throw your racks out!"
Feds see me and they tryna do the pat down
Fuck a bitch, 'cause I'm tryna flip it back out
Niggas they hear me they know I'm the best and
I'm selling these packs off the IP address and
Shout out to my nigga, the homie Bill Vegas
I know that y'all watchin', y'all seein' us flexin', ay