Sleep Walk

I be at the bottom of the ocean on the floor

I don't float, 'cause I'm wearin' too much gold around my throat

Look at me glow, can't even see out my eyes anymore

Hood up, and I'm ready to go

Slicin' my way, bitch, I'm icing my chain

Let it cool off, because it just came out the flame

Insane is the claim, and, yeah, chaos, the click

Lay off my style, bitch, go lay in a ditch

Catch me a fuckboi, and give him to $lick

He's so used to this shit, yeah, he know a good spot

Right around six, six, six o'clock, got another drop

So, I flock to the dock, tie a fucking knot

Fly swat in your body rottin' in the fuckin' yacht

Got to mop up the slop to get rid of the snow

'Cause that's what brings the cops

Spraying that Tommy all over your cell

And now $lick keep on askin' me, "how do you spell"

"Welcome to hell?"

I told him, "go kill yo'self!"

Then I threw his body in the mothafuckin' swell, uh

(Thew his body in the mothafuckin' swell)

Yung Slenderman, get the cash when I can

Got a pint for the low, and a bag of them Xans

Lo-fi shawty, come and die for me

Shot a mothafucka, I'm that Tommy-grippin' Tony

Yung Camcorder, I'm an internet explorer

Die for fun, gettin' high off the torture

$witchblade $crim, smokin' on hemp

Ever time I sold a bag, you know that mothafucka skimp

Posted in the cut, ho

Smoke a hunnid blunts, ho

Very simple livin' bitch

Give a fuck about gettin' rich

When I didn't have plays, you wasn't on my dick

Now a playa gettin' big, you all on my shit

Mark up Satan, triple six

Gettin' dope sick when I don't have drugs

Young white boy with one gold slug

Suicide dreams like Kurt Cobain

When I teach a lesson, that Glock go bang

No servin' a purpose

Get pussy for free, when I know that you purchase

Bitch, I'm for certain

Murk a muh'fucka, now, that's closed curtains