"The End All, Be All" lyrics

Ridin' around in that slidin' door
My brother got the o' and I'm finna poor
Drip drop with no drop top
I'm finna mix it up till I flip-flop
Chillin off of my IPA
While you rollin' rockin' with a rollin' rock
You think that I fuck with you, but you unread in my inbox
My inbox got offers, my PayPal got money
Say you pullin up with that chopper
Bitch you better be at my function
My blades callin' your name, I roll it out and it swang
I throw it out and you sing
Rollin' round and round while you bleed

Walking 'round the bodies on the ground
Let the moonlight hit my face