text: Lock you in the fucking trunk
  While I hit the fucking bong
  Now, now Im going crazy man
  All I see is blood
  Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
  While I hit the fucking bong
  Now-, dead, a nigga dead
  Its in my fuckin head
  I see you dipping out like a little ho to your clique
  When I see you in the flesh, you flinch
  Fronting like a bucky with a fake gold chain and a rented whip
  Never had me convinced
  I went from trying to getting attention
  Applause
  Now bitches be posting my pics
  Keep a long way from a long work day
  At a pet shop picking up animal shit
  Killa C bringing the phonk and my team only got cliqued up with fucking killers
  I dont do a god damned thing to block out the evil thoughts thats taking control of me still Im
  A dirty young kid with a wish for death but Im a schema like a motherfucking villain
  Poltergeist
  Torture your thoughts
  Are you seeing shit walking on the ceiling? 
  Lock you in the fucking trunk
  While I hit the fucking bong
  Now, now Im going crazy man
  All I see is blood
  Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
  While I hit the fucking bong
  Now-, dead, a nigga dead
  Its in my fuckin head
  Schemaboyys a bunch a dudes and we dont give a fuck
  Them bullets hit you in the tummy have you leaking stuff
  Im hanging round with GHOSTE and Killa, I suggest you duck
  Well put that barrel in his mouth and made that homie suck
  I know a bunch of motherfuckers think this shits a joke
  Now you be laughing when I hit you with the pistol smoke
  Im Moba Dark from Indiana, came up selling dope
  Im Moba Dark from Indiana, Im still selling dope
  Back in the day with the niggas ride
  Killa C wanted for lyrical homicide
  Call me satan the way a nigga be spittin fire
  Im sittin back in the cut and straight gettin high
  As Im loading my strap, cocking my gat
  On the scene, relaxed, ready for the attack
  Dont react when that nigga killed 
  Put you deep in the ground for runnin your fucking yap
  SCHEMA be the motherfucking posse
  Sendin my demons out to them niggas that always be tryna copy
  Yall niggas got me fucked up
  Thinking Imma put this car in reverse then buck, buck
  Nigga test your luck
  You already know whats up
   with your bitch, sippin on a double cup
  I be raising hell with the automatic, leave a nigga tragic
  Leave a nigga magician workin his magic, bitch!
  Lock you in the fucking trunk
  While I hit the fucking bong
  Now, now Im going crazy man
  All I see is blood
  Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
  While I hit the fucking bong
  Now-, dead, a nigga dead
  Its in my fuckin head
  Lock you in the fucking trunk
  While I hit the fucking bong
  Now, now Im going crazy man
  All I see is blood
  Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk
  While I hit the fucking bong