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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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