I hit the mother****er, two time
Take the stress off my mind
I hit the coast, and I ride
Coming quick on your side
I'm like a ghost
Half the time, I'm just creepin' behind
I'm never slow, I follow
Take your soul, you hollow
Bass kicking, like your *******
Kidnap her for kicks
Come 6, poppin' sticks
While she biting my lip
Don't flip, don't dip
Better not move too quick
I take that grip right off your hip
And smack your ass with the clip
Hollow tip spit, like a blue-nose pit
Hold my mother****er, I'ma **** your ass
Bump Three-6, while I cut my wrist
Funk my kicks, then I break the rim
When I dunk that mother****er
Bloodstain the Timb
No mother****er, got razor blades in my fist
Taking lists
Only time I put the blade down
When I gotta pick up my pen
****ing your Benz
I'ma paint the Cadillac black
Can't see me in the night
With the lights off (nah)
Quicksand on the white walls
Living life on the edge
****, I might fall (might fall)
Don't give a ****
What they say about me (nope)
Peep won't rest, till' I rest in peace
S on my chest when I come up on the beat
Full moon flex while you mother****ers sleep
Make my will, while I take my pills
Give your ****ing chills, when I make my deals
If I get killed, I know I'ma die real
Stay real still, you already know the deal
You already know the deal
Lil Peep poppin' any bottle's ****ing the seal
I love the way it feel, so I do it for the thrill
Says she wanna chill, **** I know the ****ing deal
(****ing deal)
Young shady mother****er
Undiscovered when Iโm comin'
If you hear me get running
When you see me get low
See the profit, bands in my pockets
So I'm skunkin' up and gettin' back on my flow
White trash boys, just some white trash boys
Flipping up the middle finger
To these mother****ing hoes
I ain't talking 'bout the women
Nah, I'm talking 'bout these mother****ers
That be pushinโ all your music and they sell that flow
I never gave a **** about a deal
So I ain't ever ****ing with them
Man that's how it is
All these internet ****boys hoppin' on my dick
Life turning into mother****er I'm finna slit my wrists
Spittin' a miss
And flickin' my wrist, to these ****ing boys
All I ever hear you do, is talk shit boy
I hear you rappin' 'bout the trap
But it ain't ****ing easy, boy
Ho, I been on my ****ing grind
And ain't got shit for it
What the ****, ****
Robbing ain't gon' cut it, ****
You got no creativity
You ain't an artist, ****
You ain't a thug, you ain't a g
You ain't the hardest, ****
You just a dumbass mother****er starting shit
I smoke a blunt
Blow the smoke, to the ****ing breeze
Thinking 'how the **** I get out of these ****ing trees?'
Climbing up, to the top, to the ****ing leaves
I can't even ****ing see what's underneath
Too high, too much
So alive, but Iโm done
Smokin' up in the dust
And it's all I ever loved
I donโt wanna hear about it now
All I ever wanna see are clouds
Too high, too much
So alive, but Iโm done
Smokin' up in the dust
And itโs all I ever loved
I donโt wanna hear about it now
All I ever wanna see are clouds