Goth Trap

I be speeding in da whip, riding in da wind
Blue Cheese hundreds, wit a shadow as my twin
If ya just girl just begin, cuz ya girl bou to win
Break ha like a limb, while da lights goin dim

My whip so dark, until u see da spark
Lock sight da beam, cuz aiming like Clark
Is dat da trap phone ringing, or ya girl bou to start
She give me major brain
I guess ya girl really smart
I can tell she physic, like a vampire
But I'm Dracula, girl I'm king wit dis fire
Hate I cast Like a ritual
Kill in like a pistol
Prefer to use a missle
Cuz I aim in da middle
Rambo at da bando, drum kit piano
Conjure ammo, terminator black cammo
Sinister commando, Choppa sound, her friend doe
Took her off in da shadow's
She took it off in da shadows

All I bang triple 6, i guess ya god gone hate me
On my own my shit, I guess ya god gone hate me
Say my swag is a gothic, bt da darkness is a profit
Pop da black box, cuz da energy a socket
Dey know I stay wit da hemp, bake it high like a temp
Higher den a blimp, Lotta fog in da tint
I bit cha bitch like Edward, borrowed
Like jake
Ounces da skate, now we fucking breaking breaks
Spy vs Spy, the mixtape dropped
Nashville villain, come cop it off da block
Cuz da dark keep a stock, triple 666
In my watch
Black Spider-Man, how I crawl to the top