Amom, duque dos infernos

Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids
We look like some crumbled hunnids
Blunted out, then fuzz is something
Paranoia, turn my stomach, H1 Hummer, rough and rugged
Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted
One hundred miles per hour, ♥♥♥♥♥, I seem accustomed
'Til life in the fast lane nothing
And the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ gas tank dumpin' ashes and laughin'
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ duckin' what comes from the government
Peelin' out until the sunset, eyes so low, look like a sunset
Grey59, ♥♥♥♥♥, I signed my life away
Grey59, ♥♥♥♥♥, I signed my life away
Grey59, ♥♥♥♥♥, I signed my life away
Grey59, ♥♥♥♥♥, I signed my life away (always)
Back on my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Now I have to pay a bet
Put my foot on the ♥♥♥♥♥♥' brakes
Silent for life, he came Yung Christ
All I got was a deathwish and centrepiece of $uicide
♥♥♥♥ this ego, ♥♥♥♥ this rap
Easily execution, on my side
Homicide, homicide but we used to all the time
We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical (right)
You hear me?
We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical
$uicide
$uicide
$uicide
Grey59, ♥♥♥♥♥, I signed my life away
Grey59, ♥♥♥♥♥, I signed my life away
Grey59, ♥♥♥♥♥, I signed my life away
Grey59, ♥♥♥♥♥, I signed my life away (always)
We are tired of this new world
I don't want to be here
$uicide, $uicide, my end
$uicide, $uicide, my end
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son (yeah, yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (♥♥♥♥ that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about 20k and a gun (what?)
Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts, every day adds up
Do I look like I give a ♥♥♥♥? (no)
Every day of every month (what?)
Bloody knife serving them DA
Death will be right in front of ya', yeah (what?)
Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up)
Got a death list
That's somethin' still gotta catch this
Plus, suck the ♥♥♥♥ quick, die ♥♥♥♥♥, die, ♥♥♥♥♥
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son