We$t $ide Phonk

[Verse]
It's that kid wit the killa flow
Always blowin swisher smoke
Oh my god my wrist so cold
Cartier up in my nose
Creep thru the street wit the murdered out blade, fuck a fade, run up to my face, you won't be okay
Leave em laid, now he dead
Killa thoughts up in my head
I might have to pull a murda bloody blade is drippin red ay
I ain't never scared, I can't fear no death, all these demons in my mind and swisher smoke up in my chest bitch
Lay me with the rest ay
I will never stress, cause they only care about you when you gone and when you dead
I'm down for my set and I'm always down to die
I can't trust a soul cause I know everybody lies
Why they hate?
Why you fuckin fake? I can't chill with snakes, bitch
You ain't trappin nothin quit lyin about that gang shit
Blunts to the face shit, smoke like a Jamaican
Lean all on my dick she lick it off I'm on my based shit