Ay, look, this my sixth time recording this
But, you know me, six is a good number, right?
Okay, uh, I wanna spit, I wanna do it, I need six runs
I just poured an eighth in the whiskey (huh)
I'm trynna die tonight, this my fifth week (huh)
Hustle in my name but i ain't nippsy (huh)
Come and fucking try me lil' pip squeak (huh)
I will end your life on any day of the week
The only reason niggas scream 'cause anti-global elite
You on a kill streak
I end it when your soul obsolete
I'll leave you begging on your knees with my dick in your teeth
I'll rot for days
While I mosh at a rave
Silly bitch giving slop
Hitting nos at a rave
Pullin' on her hair, look like I'm puttin' on shades
Bricks in suran wrap look like lunchables, ay
Dumb people all of y'all some fucking idiots b
Don't even care about your locals, they are hideous g
Can't even bump a fucking song without comparing to me
Fuck am I saying? Delirious to compare you to me
I fucked god in the mouth with my dark ass dick
I made him gag 'til he resurrected jesus again
Mary jealous
I guess I'm hitting her pelvic and shit
Buddha hit the crack twice smeth pipe on my lips
I'm off the mania (clout, niggas, listen to this shit)
Bro, I'ma upload this right now and I'ma keep this part in it
So you can hear this part and shit
Because I'll give him one of those extra verses sooner or later
I'ma just keep talkin' at the end of this song
Bro, it's shit (wait, I'ma do a seminar in this shit, look)
Honestly, but... (Lovin' this so hard, I'ma just upload it)
Not even streetwear, barely streetwear pop-up shops
Which I was never a part of being a human being
I would rather be some shit like a lady-bug where life is simple
Life's not that simple for us, well I mean I guess it is...