(Players never die) (You did good, $lick) (It's a SMASH!)
Bitch, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon, smash her like I'm Ganondorf All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports Fuckboi on my dick, wants a pic, go head and tag the dork Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I should've been a matador Slap a whore, choke a bitch, man, I think I broke her hip Fuck her till she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it Blanco always faded like a motherfuckin' poke 'n stick Ready to snatch a soul, seal your fate up with a frozen kiss I'm smokin' bliss, turn a fuckboi into mist Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the jist Tighten up my fuckin' fist Blanco never fuckin' miss Spit out the drip Don't want crystals in my stomach, all these crystals on my bitch Align her chakras while we fuckin', rearrangin' all her plumbin' All these suckas thinkin' they stuntin', but they really just lames Spittin' out flames, bitch, I bang Grey Five Nine till the day I die My tear ducts all dried I fear, I don't know why, I feel so normal when I'm high All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie Always bring the storm, yeah, Blanco blackin' out the sky
Give it how these haters want it, break a bitch up on it Yung Slick walkin' coma as I smoke the marijuana It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a bitch, "Wait" Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin' Glock grippin', pop a clip in, have your mind spinnin' Spine bendin', bloody linens in your mom kitchen Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lendin' Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still I can't miss you Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you Same issues, playin' Russian roulette with revolvers I go Gung Hao with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker "Last offer", hear the devil talkin' to me often Fuck a coffin, when I die just burn me in a foreign Wetto, Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter You a larp with no heart, just tuck your dick under You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumbleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
