Cherry P.I.E.

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a **** get bein' P-I-E

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a **** get bein' P-I-E

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a **** get bein' P-I-E

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a **** get bein' P-I-E

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a **** get bein' P-I-E

Bitch, I came here to destroy, everything I touch turn gray

I'm lacking coin, slit my wrist so I get paid

Fuck them other boys, I'll slap 'em in their fucking face

Knot the noose, they think they great, endless bites like a buffet

Great 59, great white, I'll chew on your bitch

And then end your shit all in the same night

Don't fuck with them fake types

I be just like, Moses, I make my own way like I'm partin' the ocean

I'm part of the ocean

I be like a tidal wave, crashin' on shore in slow motion

These hoes get wet when I pull out the net

Leave 'em on deck just to dry

Then I gut 'em whenever I feel fucking hopeless

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a **** get bein' P-I-E

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a **** get bein' P-I-E

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

Ridin' in the Honda while I creep with the G, Lil Uzi, with the AR-10

Hit 'em, then we dump the bodies in a six-foot stream

Red dot beam, woeful king, fiends on my line every time the phone ring

Since 18, sippin' codeine, promethazine covered all on my spleen

Aquamarine, trappin' out of the water

My alma mater's the school of the slaughter

Ever since I first heard "Wanna Be a Baller"

Dreamed of whippin' dubs on the Chevy Impala

The fuckin' shot-caller, no commas or dollars

Just dank marijuana I got from Nevada

I'm hittin' nirvana and fuckin' Madonna

Mirage of a brain that's encompassed by trauma