[Intro: 99Zed]
Throw your hands up if you ain’t fuckin with this life
Walking to my death Just like my name was Jesus Christ
Finna whip the Honda Fit into a wall and pray I die and if I don’t
Then I’ma aim my pistol straight into the sky

Throw your hands up if you ain’t fuckin with this life
Walking to my death Just like my name was Jesus Christ
Finna whip the Honda Fit into a wall and pray I die and if I don’t
Then I’ma aim my pistol straight into the sky

Throw your hands up if you ain’t fuckin with this life
Walking to my death Just like my name was Jesus Christ
Finna whip the Honda Fit into a wall and pray I die and if I don’t
Then I’ma aim my pistol straight into the sky

[Verse 1: 99zed]
Imma aim my pistol straight into the sky
Look alive
99 just wanna die
Put the razor in my eye
Imma drag it through my cornea
You corny bruh
Quit the fakin cause I've had enough
Go back to the drugs I'm boutta
Smoke 200 blunts now I be locked up in thе trap
Took a couple steps and took about a hundred back
Dippеd out for a minute and I came back to a bag
Motherfuckas make me mad so i just go and smoke the gas
[Verse 2: Saliva Grey]
Remaining fucked up wasting my days
Took a couple roxys finna pop up out the grave
Bitch get the fuck up out my face I'm an artist with the blade
Don't give a fuck I hold my nuts
And smoke this dutch up to the face
No new friends like I'm Drake
Bitch I’m going out of state so I can go link up with gang
From tha 3 to tha 4 I never slept up on the plane
I couldn't wait to touch down so I could face some nicotine (stupid bitch)

[Bridge: 99Zed]
Throw your hands up if you ain’t fuckin with this life
Walking to my death Just like my name was Jesus Christ
Finna whip the Honda Fit into a wall and pray I die and if I don’t
Then I’ma aim my pistol straight into the sky

[Verse 3: Saliva Grey]
Throw these bands up, Grey could vomit any price
I be rolling up the hundos, sniffin K up with the white
I don’t fuck with yo opinion, I ain’t ask for no advice
Bet ya' better keep it movin like these pounds that I supply
Flinching you ain't bout it hoe, bitch ain't bout no profit yo
Bands retarded pockets slow Saliva never going broke
You tote that pole ain't scared of you
Flow so cold bipolar too
Comatose I roll a few
Put you on hold ain't callin you
[Verse 4: Saliva Grey]
Got 30k up in my pocket
Rocket poppin at your noggin
I cannot be stopping for no thot
I rocking dolo them hoes still
Flockin, poppin on my jock
Got tonic, great flow so demonic
Drivin, plottin, stockin options
I been stylin' wildin' on a bitch
Throw a fit
Ain't got time to hear you bitch
You gon' hiss I'm gon' dip
Walk away and roll a spliff
[?] again on my shits
Grab the mask [?]
Get the whip
Grab the clip
Finna turn him into swiss