| Dead wrong, now his head gone, gone, missing |
| Headstone on my tomb’s gon', gon' glisten |
| Number three on my SS, Earnhardt when I ride |
| On me will be your best bet, I’m one hell of an ROI |
| That bitch you love is obsessed with who? My best guess would be I |
| That slug hit him like a chest pass, now his jersey hanging up high |
| Don’t come around with no lies, my mind is deep fried |
| I blackout when I see red, like the details in my ride |
| Monte Carlo (Monte Carlo), you know the motto |
| (Know the motto) |
| Live fast, die young, the reaper got me booked for tomorrow |
| This cup it cost—let's check the bottle |
| (Check the bottle) |
| When I’m standing, dark, dark like Reposado |
| (Reposado) |
| I’m the beauty and the beast wrapped up in the mud come try it, be our guest |
| You will get beat to death |
| I’ll beat the case and beat my chest |
| (SESH) |
| I get down rearrange my flesh |
| Plastic surgeon, tell him, «Give me your best» |
| Gimme a word, bitch, I don’t need no sesh |
| Gimme my blade, bitch, I don’t need no tech |
| Up for days, bitch, I don’t need no rest |
| Lookin' in the mirror like, «He know best» |
| Big Champ please give me your blessing your stature leave them on they back |
| Monte Carlo (Monte Carlo), you know the motto |
| (Know the motto) |
| Live fast, die young, the reaper got me booked for tomorrow |
| This cup it cost—let's check the bottle |
| (Check the bottle) |
| When I’m standing, dark, dark like Reposado |
| (Reposado) |
| (Hah) |