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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ramirez
Ramirez
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Late last night
Lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' "Should I get these hoes?"
Thinkin' "Should I cut they head?"
Late last night
Lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' "Should I get these hoes?"
Thinkin' "Should I cut they head?"
[Verse 2]
Late last night
Lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' "Should I get these hoes?"
Thinkin' "Should I cut they head?"
Late last night
Lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' "Should I get these hoes?"
Thinkin' "Should I cut they head?"
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I be the Whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
Bitch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm-a gone pecan
Smokin' blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon
Spellin' Grεy with a motherfuckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon
Cut 'em to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch
Now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb
Hit the lick at prom
Kill a thousand people then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, stayin' calm
Rap game Genghis Khan, ah fuck
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon
[Verse 4]
Late last night
Lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' "Should I get these hoes?"
Thinkin' "Should I cut they head?"
Late last night
Lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' "Should I get these hoes?"
Thinkin' "Should I cut they head?"
[Verse 5]
Six-four in a '64, with the Tommy gun
Kicked up with a .44, don't know where it's from
Sweet lick on a sweet bitch
She used to suck my dick
Told me, "Keep it secret, can't make this pub-a-lic"
Xans, son, I got xans, son
Keep your Fanta, the fours weak
Fuck that codeine, I need that tan, son
Doped up till I OD, aye, fuck the police
Purple-yellow mix like a fuckin' Kobe jersey
[Verse 6]
Late last night
Lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' "Should I get these hoes?"
Thinkin' "Should I cut they head?"
Late last night
Lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' "Should I get these hoes?"
Thinkin' "Should I cut they head?"
[Verse 7]
Creepin' through the mothafuckin' darkness
Cold blooded muthafucka', leave a **** heartless
Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious
Don't fuck around and leave a **** just like a carcass
Huntin' them busters, takin' them down to the dungeon
Don't make a sound, the devil's comin' 'round
The corner, settin' up for them souls that are hell-bound
Look into my eyes, and tell me what you see
And see that the killer is on a killin' spree
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by the sword and you die by the knife (Try it)
Don't hesitate to take a **** life real  quick
'Cause if you do, the **** is gonna try to take yours, bitch
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Ramirez, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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