Released: May 25, 2016
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Producer: ZacFTP Cvstillo
[Intro: Nightmare On Elm Street]
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep—"
FUCKTHEPOPULATION
[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Pullin' up with the pump, slugs that'll make you slumped
Drugs always keep me numb, wake up in the mornin' just to pop some
Bitch, it's FUCKTHEPOPULATION
Bodies in my basement
Lord of the forsaken, watchin' bitches fornicatin' (shit!)
Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan
Triple six be my language (ayy)
Smokin' on something that's flagrant (ayy)
Shootin' up something that's tainted (ayy!)
Raindrops cover my dreadlocks
Mood 21 Savage, that Red Opps
Might get my face tatted with a tear drop
Shell-shocked leavin' bodies on the sidewalk
[Verse 2: YUNG PLAGUE]
Six days 'till my death, on the seventh, let me be
Lower-level dwelling, now the devil rocking FTP
Ruby setting trends, but in the end, he wants his breath to cease
Leopard print all on his body, body hangin' off the Sphinx
Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinnin' out the herd
Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm, poisoning the dirt
Ruby gonna find his death and flirt
Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn, cut up into thirds
Ruby got a broken oath, he once swore, take him back to church
Ruby bloody fist up her skirt
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep—"
FUCKTHEPOPULATION
[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Pullin' up with the pump, slugs that'll make you slumped
Drugs always keep me numb, wake up in the mornin' just to pop some
Bitch, it's FUCKTHEPOPULATION
Bodies in my basement
Lord of the forsaken, watchin' bitches fornicatin' (shit!)
Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan
Triple six be my language (ayy)
Smokin' on something that's flagrant (ayy)
Shootin' up something that's tainted (ayy!)
Raindrops cover my dreadlocks
Mood 21 Savage, that Red Opps
Might get my face tatted with a tear drop
Shell-shocked leavin' bodies on the sidewalk
[Verse 2: YUNG PLAGUE]
Six days 'till my death, on the seventh, let me be
Lower-level dwelling, now the devil rocking FTP
Ruby setting trends, but in the end, he wants his breath to cease
Leopard print all on his body, body hangin' off the Sphinx
Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinnin' out the herd
Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm, poisoning the dirt
Ruby gonna find his death and flirt
Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn, cut up into thirds
Ruby got a broken oath, he once swore, take him back to church
Ruby bloody fist up her skirt
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