Body (with Lil Peep)
Yeah, fuck
Bitch
Uh, yeah
Chillin' with the poltergeist, he wears his frozen clothes
Casket thrashing 'til I die
These bitches know that it's a ghost town suicide
The wind ain't blowin', the leaves ain't fallin'
The trees ain't growing, rivers ain't flowing
Blood overflowing, I know you know this
Sippin' my potion, I'm a slug
Find me in the dirt, you with the roaches
Find me rappin' and hustlin', selling the purp
I'm with it, you want it?
Got that shit that make yo' chest hurt
That's if you want it, I'm a criminal pimpin'
The infant that stay with the weird motherfuckers
With the boys at the crib be off in the garden
These hoes are the hardest, these rappers retarded, I'm sick though
Depression comin' creepin' in and take you by surprise
One day, you're alive, then the next day, you die
Chillin' by myself, I don't need nobody
Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body
See me on the news, but you don't know nothin' about me
We live in a society that's full of fuckin' copies
(And here is the hardest part)
Put it to your head
Pull the trigger
These motherfuckers waiting patient for the flow to come
It's like I got some supernatural powers, I'm the chosen one
These bitches want me dead, I'm bustin' back
I got a golden gun inside my fuckin' hand
I pick a hater, put a hole in one
I been working, she been twerking on my fucking dick
Pussy-perfect, but she never got a compliment
I'm too busy stacking 20s 'cause my money spent
I got kicked out of the crib, I couldn't pay my rent
Young pussy, old, pussy come, pussy go
Never stay the same with these motherfuckin' hoes
They be triflin' like, "Why you ain't recycling for?"
Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'll break my bottle right on the floor
I'm smokin' dope, I'm getting throat, this beat is wavy, I'm a boat
Bitch, I hope you never know the shit I do when I'm alone
Hell is my home, and I ain't pickin' up my phone
Get the fuck out my zone and watch yo' motherfuckin' tone, bitch
Chilling by myself, I don't need nobody
Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body
Dope on the spoon, bitch, I'm looking like a zombie
I don't wanna move, you won't see me at the party
Bitch
Uh, yeah
Chillin' with the poltergeist, he wears his frozen clothes
Casket thrashing 'til I die
These bitches know that it's a ghost town suicide
The wind ain't blowin', the leaves ain't fallin'
The trees ain't growing, rivers ain't flowing
Blood overflowing, I know you know this
Sippin' my potion, I'm a slug
Find me in the dirt, you with the roaches
Find me rappin' and hustlin', selling the purp
I'm with it, you want it?
Got that shit that make yo' chest hurt
That's if you want it, I'm a criminal pimpin'
The infant that stay with the weird motherfuckers
With the boys at the crib be off in the garden
These hoes are the hardest, these rappers retarded, I'm sick though
Depression comin' creepin' in and take you by surprise
One day, you're alive, then the next day, you die
Chillin' by myself, I don't need nobody
Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body
See me on the news, but you don't know nothin' about me
We live in a society that's full of fuckin' copies
(And here is the hardest part)
Put it to your head
Pull the trigger
These motherfuckers waiting patient for the flow to come
It's like I got some supernatural powers, I'm the chosen one
These bitches want me dead, I'm bustin' back
I got a golden gun inside my fuckin' hand
I pick a hater, put a hole in one
I been working, she been twerking on my fucking dick
Pussy-perfect, but she never got a compliment
I'm too busy stacking 20s 'cause my money spent
I got kicked out of the crib, I couldn't pay my rent
Young pussy, old, pussy come, pussy go
Never stay the same with these motherfuckin' hoes
They be triflin' like, "Why you ain't recycling for?"
Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'll break my bottle right on the floor
I'm smokin' dope, I'm getting throat, this beat is wavy, I'm a boat
Bitch, I hope you never know the shit I do when I'm alone
Hell is my home, and I ain't pickin' up my phone
Get the fuck out my zone and watch yo' motherfuckin' tone, bitch
Chilling by myself, I don't need nobody
Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body
Dope on the spoon, bitch, I'm looking like a zombie
I don't wanna move, you won't see me at the party
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Writer(s): Vincent E Castro
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