What you wanna hit? My marijuana
Asian bitches with me sippin molly water
Lil Peep, Im a young stunna
I aint lyin when I tell you I be countin hunnas
I aint ever talkin to the fuckin coppas
Bendin bitches over like they fuckin copper
Put that on my momma, Im like Waka Flocka
Anybody got a problem, I dont need my partna
Got it, ayy
I aint trippin, I aint plottin boy, Im in your face
Bitch, what the fuck you talkin bout? Kill me then
Im so tired of these men and they fuckin threats
Aint nobody ever told you Im in love with death?
Please kill me, motherfucker, put my soul to rest
Put my body under covers, get the fuckin gas
Light a match, let me burn while my ghost laughs
Put my ash in a urn and then I sold that
Im a fiend for money
Yeah, I know that shit aint nothin, its just somethin about it
Every time I cut my wrist you see the money come out it
Its in my bloodstream, baby, you cant fuck me without it
I need a rich goth bitch and a crib on the mountain
Paparazzi takin pictures every time we step out it
I need snipers on my roof, I need a Jewish accountant
I need everybody round me gettin money and countin
No clownin
Fame is not good, it bring the pain 
Im feeling down, feeling stuck, I will go out, I wake up and then
Im feelin sad, dumb
Im feelin dead, dumb
Im depressed, damn
Im feelin dead, Im feelin
Im feelin down when I wake up
Im bitchin and now I fade out
Im bitchin and now Im a 
Im bitchin and now I fade out
Ion ever talk to opps bitch, runnin from the cops, shit
Lil Peep, Froot, Yunggoth in the coffin
Yeah, we dead, were all fuckin dead 
Find me in the moshpit while the band shreds
Choosin up a ho, only want a goth bitch 
Blowin up my phone, like what the fuck is this 
Im too busy glowin, Ion need none of your shit 
Smokin on my weed, boy that thraxx get me lit 
Ya, boy that thraxx get me lit 
Ya, ya, ya, ya 
Oh my god, oh my god 
Yunggoth, Boy Froot, Lil Peep
Ya, ya