Piss (with Lil Peep)

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

Bass kickin' like your bitch, kidnap her for kicks
Come six, 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' ass with the clip

Hollow tip spit like a blue-nose pit
Hold my shit, I'ma fuck your bitch
Bump Three 6 while I cut my wrist
Funk my kicks, then I break the rim
When I dunk that shit, bloodstain the Timb'
No shit, got razor blades in my fist, taking lists
Only time I put the blade down when I gotta pick up my pen

Fuck 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, bitch, I might fall (might fall)
Don't give a fuck what they say about me (nope)
Peep won't rest 'til I rest in peace
S on my chest when I come up on the beat
Full moon flex while you motherfuckers sleep

Make my will while I take my pills (take my pills)
Give your bitch chills when I make my bills (make my bills)
If I get killed, I know I'ma die real (I'ma die real)
Stay real still, you already know the deal (know the deal)
You already know the deal (already know the deal)
Lil Peep poppin' Henny bottles, fuck a seal (fuck a seal)
I love the way it feel, so I do it for the thrill (do it for the thrill)
Say she wanna chill, bitch, I know the fucking deal (fucking deal)

Young shady motherfucker, 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 motherfuckin' hoes
I ain't talking 'bout the women, nah, I'm talking 'bout these bitches
That be pushin' all your music and they sell that flow

I-, I never gave a fuck about a deal
So I ain't ever fucking with them, man, that's how it is
All these internet bitches hoppin' on my dick
Life turning into shit, I'm finna slit my wrists
Spittin' a miss and flickin' my wrist to these bitch boys
All I ever hear you do is talk shit, boy
I hear you rap about the trap, but it ain't shit, boy
Hoe, I been on my fucking grind and ain't got shit for it

What the fuck, bitch? Rhyming ain't gon' cut it, bitch
You got no creativity, you ain't no artist, bitch
You ain't a thug, you ain't a G, you ain't the hardest, bitch
You just a pussy-ass motherfucker starting shit
I spark a blunt, blow the smoke to the fucking breeze
Thinking, "How the fuck I get out of these fucking trees?"
Climbing up to the top, to the fucking leaves
I can't even fucking 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