Exorcist - yung yogi, Ramirez, Shakewell

Exercising with the exorcist

Pablo Escobar, bitch I’m gettin' rich

Relapse,

Ain’t no heaven for me, my soul don’t exist

While you was cookin' crystal, I was grippin' pistols

And these xannies skittles, foreign bands with

Bitch, I just pull up with the percs

Percs with the Glock and the work

Touch down in LA, with the play

Hit 'em with the Uzi, Beretta, I’m barely with the spray

You don’t wanna fuck with me, cause I’m bringin' the fuckin' heavens

Speed demon with the whip, and I’m smashin' through fuckin' traffic

Boy I’m the son of the reaper, I’m grippin' your soul

And I’m taking your bitch, I mistreat her

Stickin' my dick down the back of her mouth

All of my niggas be runnin' them routes

Runnin' out of drugs, boy, with the fuckin' gunner

Do about with drugs, I ain’t feeling marijuana

Off Dilaudid in my veins, and I’m screamin' on the come up

Ridin' through the rain, with the heat, that’s a sauna

Need to pick me a pill off the plug, but he dry

Pull out the slug, I’m like doctor I’m ready to die

Fuckboy don’t lose you, like fuck with some drugs and a pint

If you rockin', we, I’ma pull out my shank and my 9