Toa$t (feat. Lil Codeine)
You the devil!
Aye, aye- you the devil!
You a Satanist, huh? You a...
Hot off the press, man this shit be really bogus
May have popped a couple pills making it hard to focus
Man what you wantin' from me?
What you what you wantin' from me?
I can tell you fucking know me
By the way that you be lookin' at me
Bitches think it's real funny when I slip and fall apart
But explain to me how I'm always somehow inside their hearts
Thoughts and prayers, prayers and thoughts
This the type of shit only uttered by thots
I be fuckin' with you all on a higher degree
Riding this beat with the homie Codeine
Drip from my hand because it left from her panties
I slip on my ice you can't stand me
I'm handing out L's like this shit is some candy (fuck!)
All these bitches count me out- hold up (aye!)
Let me bust this confetti I grip on this bootie it's soft like a teddy
I'm all about the money
Deep in her guts but I bust on her belly
You shook when I speak make a weak bitch-
Nervous I kill every beat like I'm Persian persuasion
With words precise like a surgeon, bitch
Pull up to the crib pull out the 40, bang bang
Hop in we doing 40, got this bitch in the back being fruity
This ain't no call of duty, bitch come on, I gotta get this Gucci
Never did I ever say I want a fucking record breaker
Never did I ever play like I was someone good to root for
Broke a lot of people so now I just break myself
Keep some photos in my dash to remember how it felt
Motherfucker wanna play for the damn home plate
Better watch your back because you invertebrate
Fuck with no one it's like you live as an isolate
Minus seven little bitch why you tryna compensate? yuh
My best friend's sister or my sister's best friend
Restricting situations made it hard on both of them
I wouldn't break the code and they would always play their games
By the end of my second trial I thought I was fucking insane
I had a hole in my heart I had to drown my past in Z's
Had to move the fuck along
And quit dragging my feet behind me
What I did does not concern you it's under my lock and key
As long as all that mental shit stays buried I'll remain free (shit)
Yeah fuck that bitch and fuck this shit
Never did I ever wanna rap like this
I'm a hella nice guy underneath all this
Like eight fucking people threaten me with a diss
For breakfast we have toast and for dinner we have roast
Bitch boys think I'm frontin' but I really do the most
Been workin on this song since summer '18
Took me so long cause I take on everything
Post Malone coulda sang on this
And 21 coulda made a billboard hit
The boy Denzel could've broke on this
Man Breezy coulda sang and danced to this
And Drizzy coulda passed out bands to this
Even Vince and the crew would've brought up shit
But no one talk about how MT spit
They sleep on the kid swimming up down Styx
I know that I'm the illest
I'm filthy really I'm sicker than even sick is
I spit the realest, my recipe isn't a secret
I'm not a gorilla (what?)
If anything I'm more like an elephant (oh)
If anything I'm not the villain you paint me out to be (nah)
I'm not selling myself short if nothing else
Listen my message is encrypted (nah)
It isn't rocket science, it doesn't require college (nah)
However you will need at least 3 degrees out of 34
For it to make any sense or you will not comprehend it one bit
One bit, one bit, to 11 homie shit
What the fuck you on about, when I rap my devil shit?
You like "How is Levi gonna whine?", "Oh my god he's gonna cry!"
Talk to me when you can walk in turnin' water into wine
Whine, whine like a baby
Crying like a baby bitch
We took your fucking girl and we tapping on her don't snitch
Bitch you still broke you just signed the wrong deal aye
You just took the wrong pill
Bitch I press the button and it starts up
Yo bitch ugly my bitch iced out, copped a Lambo it's a truck
Just copped a Richard but it's worth a milli
A milli, a milli, worth a milli bitch
Stealing from the Con I'm the pop culture grinch
Yeah me and Codeine had to pop off bitch
We're strollin' zone 6 and we hangin with the crips
Took a whole ass year to finally finish this shit
Looking back now I'm glad we waited I admit
But Lil Codeine ran it up on this
And now you motherfuckers heard MT spit
Aye, aye- you the devil!
You a Satanist, huh? You a...
Hot off the press, man this shit be really bogus
May have popped a couple pills making it hard to focus
Man what you wantin' from me?
What you what you wantin' from me?
I can tell you fucking know me
By the way that you be lookin' at me
Bitches think it's real funny when I slip and fall apart
But explain to me how I'm always somehow inside their hearts
Thoughts and prayers, prayers and thoughts
This the type of shit only uttered by thots
I be fuckin' with you all on a higher degree
Riding this beat with the homie Codeine
Drip from my hand because it left from her panties
I slip on my ice you can't stand me
I'm handing out L's like this shit is some candy (fuck!)
All these bitches count me out- hold up (aye!)
Let me bust this confetti I grip on this bootie it's soft like a teddy
I'm all about the money
Deep in her guts but I bust on her belly
You shook when I speak make a weak bitch-
Nervous I kill every beat like I'm Persian persuasion
With words precise like a surgeon, bitch
Pull up to the crib pull out the 40, bang bang
Hop in we doing 40, got this bitch in the back being fruity
This ain't no call of duty, bitch come on, I gotta get this Gucci
Never did I ever say I want a fucking record breaker
Never did I ever play like I was someone good to root for
Broke a lot of people so now I just break myself
Keep some photos in my dash to remember how it felt
Motherfucker wanna play for the damn home plate
Better watch your back because you invertebrate
Fuck with no one it's like you live as an isolate
Minus seven little bitch why you tryna compensate? yuh
My best friend's sister or my sister's best friend
Restricting situations made it hard on both of them
I wouldn't break the code and they would always play their games
By the end of my second trial I thought I was fucking insane
I had a hole in my heart I had to drown my past in Z's
Had to move the fuck along
And quit dragging my feet behind me
What I did does not concern you it's under my lock and key
As long as all that mental shit stays buried I'll remain free (shit)
Yeah fuck that bitch and fuck this shit
Never did I ever wanna rap like this
I'm a hella nice guy underneath all this
Like eight fucking people threaten me with a diss
For breakfast we have toast and for dinner we have roast
Bitch boys think I'm frontin' but I really do the most
Been workin on this song since summer '18
Took me so long cause I take on everything
Post Malone coulda sang on this
And 21 coulda made a billboard hit
The boy Denzel could've broke on this
Man Breezy coulda sang and danced to this
And Drizzy coulda passed out bands to this
Even Vince and the crew would've brought up shit
But no one talk about how MT spit
They sleep on the kid swimming up down Styx
I know that I'm the illest
I'm filthy really I'm sicker than even sick is
I spit the realest, my recipe isn't a secret
I'm not a gorilla (what?)
If anything I'm more like an elephant (oh)
If anything I'm not the villain you paint me out to be (nah)
I'm not selling myself short if nothing else
Listen my message is encrypted (nah)
It isn't rocket science, it doesn't require college (nah)
However you will need at least 3 degrees out of 34
For it to make any sense or you will not comprehend it one bit
One bit, one bit, to 11 homie shit
What the fuck you on about, when I rap my devil shit?
You like "How is Levi gonna whine?", "Oh my god he's gonna cry!"
Talk to me when you can walk in turnin' water into wine
Whine, whine like a baby
Crying like a baby bitch
We took your fucking girl and we tapping on her don't snitch
Bitch you still broke you just signed the wrong deal aye
You just took the wrong pill
Bitch I press the button and it starts up
Yo bitch ugly my bitch iced out, copped a Lambo it's a truck
Just copped a Richard but it's worth a milli
A milli, a milli, worth a milli bitch
Stealing from the Con I'm the pop culture grinch
Yeah me and Codeine had to pop off bitch
We're strollin' zone 6 and we hangin with the crips
Took a whole ass year to finally finish this shit
Looking back now I'm glad we waited I admit
But Lil Codeine ran it up on this
And now you motherfuckers heard MT spit
Credits
Writer(s): Levi Stone Walker
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