Hook Mud on my boots, bass in my chest Pink little demon, we don’t do rest Flash in the dark, smoke in the trees Whole squad wild by the waterline breeze Forty-five kick, let the whole bank speak We raise a little hell, then it’s chaos at the creek Verse 1 I rolled up grinnin’ with the moon cut thin Sleep paralysis bitch, let the night begin Kick in my blood, Twitch on my mind Wheel if I need it, still hard to outshine Pickle with a .45, wrist locked clean Pink hair lit up in the sodium gleam Creek bed mud and the cans lined neat We came for the noise and the summer night heat Bagstard got the shotgun, loud-ass grin Break open the dark when he checks that chin Kirsche with the Vector, sharp and fast Laugh like a menace when the shell casings pass Karmada with a rifle, cool and still Dead-eyed focus and a patient kill Twitchy with the machine gun, bug wife bright Turn the whole tree line into strobe light night Hook Mud on my boots, bass in my chest Pink little demon, we don’t do rest Flash in the dark, smoke in the trees Whole squad wild by the waterline breeze Forty-five kick, let the whole bank speak We raise a little hell, then it’s chaos at the creek Verse 2 One more mag and the sparks all jump Low-end hit make the shoreline thump I’m talkin’ my shit with a gold-eye stare Anybody nervous better stay back there Cherry lips curl when the recoil snaps Night gets loud in a series of cracks I came for fun, but I stay for the flame Bassline dirty and the crew insane Bagstard yelling “pull,” then the clay gets dust Kirsche all smiles with that fast-shot lust Karmada steady, never wasting lead Twitchy go feral, brass rain overhead I’m laughing so hard I can’t stand up straight Pink smoke halo and a trigger grin face Whole damn creek hear the sound we make Like the woods themselves gonna rattle and break Bridge / Drop Chant Pickle on the rise Bagstard let it fly Kirsche move quick Karmada deadeye Twitchy go loud Creek bank ignite Whole squad outside Light up the night Final Hook Mud on my boots, bass in my chest Pink little demon, we don’t do rest Flash in the dark, smoke in the trees Whole squad wild by the waterline breeze Forty-five kick, let the whole bank speak We raise a little hell, then it’s chaos at the creek
