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I hit the dope two time, take the stress off my mind
I hit the coast and I ride, comin' 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
Ba** kickin' like your b*t*h, 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 yo' a** with the clip
Hollow tip spit like a blue-nose pit
Hold my sh*t, I'ma f**k your b*t*h
Bump Three-6 while I cut my wrist
Funk my kicks, then I break the rim
When I dunk that sh*t, bloodstain the Timb
No sh*t, got razor blades in my fist, taking lists
Only time I put the blade down
When I gotta pick up my pen
F**k 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, b*t*h, I might fall (Might fall)
Don't give a f**k 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 motherf**kers sleep
Make my will while I take my pills
Give your b*t*h chills when I make my bills
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' Henny bottles, f**k a seal
I love the way it feel so I do it for the thrill
Say she wanna chill, b*t*h I know the f**king deal
(F**king deal)

Young shady motherf**ker, really scary when I’m comin'
If you hear me get running, when you see me, get low
Can't see the profit, no 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 motherf**kin' hoes
I ain't talking 'bout the women, nah, I'm talking 'bout these b*t*hes
That be pushin' all your music and they sell that flow
I never gave a f**k about a deal
So I ain't ever f**king with them, man, that's how it is
All these internet b*t*hes hoppin' on my d**k
Life turning into sh*t, I'm finna slit my wrists
Spittin' a miss and flickin' my wrist to these b*t*h boys
All I ever hear you do is talk sh*t, boy
I hear you rap about the trap but it ain't sh*t, boy
Ho, I been on my f**king grind and ain't got sh*t for it
What the f**k, b*t*h? Rhyming ain't gon' cut it, b*t*h
You got no creativity, you ain't no artist, b*t*h
You ain't a thug, you ain't a G, you ain't the hardest, b*t*h
You just a pu**y-a** motherf**ker starting sh*t
I spark a blunt, blow the smoke to the f**king breeze
Thinking "How the f**k I get out of these f**king trees?"
Climbing up to the top, to the f**king leaves
I can't even f**king see what's underneath
Too high, too much, so alive, but I’m done
Smokin' nothing but dust and it's all I ever loved
I don’t wanna hear about it now
All I ever wanna see are clouds
Too high, too much, so alive, but I’m done
Smokin' nothing but dust and it’s all I ever loved
I don’t wanna hear about it now
All I ever wanna see are clouds

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