German Panzers on my feet Letting Kalishnikov speak Nigga we know your resolve weak Nazi bitch, she swallow my seed Reppin' the tree and the gold leaf My whole team gon' patrol the streets Three harpies next to me, they keepin' your fate and they fuckin' clutch Pound of the haze in the fucking dutch Triple H, you gettin' snuffed Talking that shit and we callin' your bluff Rolling round town with a gang of Wiccans [?] Sinister with my niggas We starting a cult We kinda broke so we need your soul Replacing a boy with abysmal [?] The holy mother, her heart is so cold Cryin' that blood when I double expose Polaroid luggage you know how it goes Fuck it and throw Smoking [?] The ash on my clothes Fuck it and throw Smoking [?] The ash on my clothes Baby love my new shape [?] Baby I'll be your slave Heart pumpin' quicker Like I miss you in the shower pull that body back open for ya Darker kinda sun I call up the witchy daughter till my body goes numb And I black out to my burner with my [?] city tongue Touch my [?] And I grab upon that ass