[Verse 1: Yung Maraschino]
Still got no hoes, so I’m pouring four o’s
Solo in a solo cup, double up, three percs fizzle at the
Bottom if you don’t know
Hit you when I throw bones from a pile of skeletons still sitting in my front lawn
Drawn to the shadow, call me Shadowkhan
Crawl to the gallows, now the shadow gone
Born with an arrow, sharp with a broken bow
Aim it at the fucking battlefront
Ladder climbing up to her window
Glass shatters, now I’m playing fucking limbo
Yeah, I got the cut on my neck, now that bitch wet
Only fucking with me when she thinks I’m depressed
Told that bitch “bet”
I’mma fucking jet, no sweat, I’ma sip lean
Swallow fucking bullets ’til my lips seep red
Ruby been dead

[Verse 2: Lil Remains}
Yung James Jones sipping on that throwed
MAC-11 grip, and my fucking pistol all chrome
I’m fucking bound to the bone, bound to the phonk
Every day a different day, still getting throwed
Middle finger to the hoes, middle finger to the world
Umbrella for the tears and the red rain coming down my eyelids
Hate this showbiz, hate all this fame shit
Vanish away like SpaceGhostPurrp did
Either that or blow a hole through my head, shit
‘Cause things ain’t what it is, everything switched
It’s like I’m watching a movie and I’ve seen the end
Pretend smiles turn to whispers when your body turns
Scarecrow ’bout to burn up in an urn

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