What is that-that, mummy?

Ayy
Death around the corner, got you shitting bricks
Ayy
Holy n***a, I ain't with that six shit, six shit
I don't like the internet, I don't like to click shit
On the road to riches, 85 on my stickshift
Ayy
Time on my wrist, I watch it tick-tick, tick-tick
Love is in the air but my shit stink, shit stink
Welcome to the life of a misfit, misfit
If i die, I die a mystic, mystic
In too deep like a dipstick, dipstick
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I risk it, risk it
I'm a cookie monster to a biscuit, biscuit
That's a motherfucking picnic

Catch you at the busstop
Gun shots on gun shots
Fuck it if I get caught
I smile at the mugshot
This new piece I just got
Ain't come from the gun shop
He though he was picture perfect
He got cropped
Ain't nothin' cold like the streets
But the block hot
N***as they hate, cut 'em off
Ain't no love lost
Ain't nothin' cold like the streets
But the block hot
N***as they hate, cut 'em off
Ain't no love lost
Death around the corner, got you shitting bricks
Ayy
Holy n***a, I ain't with that six shit, six shit
I don't like the internet, I don't like to click shit
On the road to riches, 85 on my stickshift