This is Scrimfield DJ Scrim with that 808 DJ Scrim with that 808 Half dead mothafuckas throwing up the click Slick slow telling me we gotta dip Calling on Sheron, grant me your wish I wish that you could enter the dragon, the chambers of the triple six rock Stop the dragon cause I never have it, I bet the back of a wagon slitting my wrist Wave of blood, stained white flag dragging my body into the mist Into the mist Into the mist Take your best shot, aim it, cock it, know you're gonna miss Not leaving the note, I'm leaving the list I'm a suicide boy, bitch Fuck her one time and I pull out Cock it one time, there's a shootout Don't bar no limit, fuck boys, we don't love em Got a four with a trunk in a bag where we stuff em Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches Ever heard of golly, do you get the picture? Mothafuckas couldn't even hold my jock strap Glock strap, fully loaded dog, fuck rap Cause I kill for the fun, pop a pill with a nun Bitch I dance when the sun gone, take a little bump Fuck a chump with a pump I made two, so how you gon' break me? But I got the spotlight, breeds envy Pretend me with one long move I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose Hit the snooze, drinking booze I'm a fool with the two Buried in the back yard with a underground pool Suicide boys gon' kill yourself Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health Scrummy never ever quitting, dog, fuck health If fuck wealth, here's a bingey for you broke bitches Cards dealt, gon' pass me the rope, bitches Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide Suicide, suicide