Covert
Fucking parasitic covert op
I'm riding in my coffin
You could find me at the bottom
Of a bottle try and stop it
Spit shine up on my converse
I'm the king of fucking nada
Feeling positive I'm bout to die
With everything I got
You say fuck we gonna ball
But drop the bomb when homie shot him
Y'all are really half the problem
Kill yo mamma for the product
Sick of every single person in the hills
They got politicians
Secretly kidnapping all your daughters
I'm off some shit
Look like I'm the walking dead
Pull up Lost Noise
Aiming right for your head
I love the pain
Come and hurt me my friend
Put my self in that position
Fucking over and again
Damn it I just want the Benz truck
Fully plated armor
Drive that shit
Through your house
Human waste
I'm okay with it
I might pass out
To face
Feel the bass
Hide a razor
In my mouth
No brakes
Bitch I'm squeezing on the peddle
I won't settle for half ass
I'm losing my mental
Yeah you're a stupid little brat
Need a better parental
I put the me into metal
And put my metal inside of you
So ecstatic my
Raps are in fucking three different moods
Better not catch me in a bad one
I'm feeling my body go numb
Probably paranoid
Bitch I'm probably scum
I wear my heart on my sleeve
So fucking pass it around
Take the mask off hoping
You wont run when you see that ima
Fucking parasitic covert op
I'm riding in my coffin
You could find me at the bottom
Of a bottle try and stop it
Spit shine up on my converse
I'm the king of fucking nada
Feeling positive I'm bout to die
With everything I got
I'm riding in my coffin
You could find me at the bottom
Of a bottle try and stop it
Spit shine up on my converse
I'm the king of fucking nada
Feeling positive I'm bout to die
With everything I got
You say fuck we gonna ball
But drop the bomb when homie shot him
Y'all are really half the problem
Kill yo mamma for the product
Sick of every single person in the hills
They got politicians
Secretly kidnapping all your daughters
I'm off some shit
Look like I'm the walking dead
Pull up Lost Noise
Aiming right for your head
I love the pain
Come and hurt me my friend
Put my self in that position
Fucking over and again
Damn it I just want the Benz truck
Fully plated armor
Drive that shit
Through your house
Human waste
I'm okay with it
I might pass out
To face
Feel the bass
Hide a razor
In my mouth
No brakes
Bitch I'm squeezing on the peddle
I won't settle for half ass
I'm losing my mental
Yeah you're a stupid little brat
Need a better parental
I put the me into metal
And put my metal inside of you
So ecstatic my
Raps are in fucking three different moods
Better not catch me in a bad one
I'm feeling my body go numb
Probably paranoid
Bitch I'm probably scum
I wear my heart on my sleeve
So fucking pass it around
Take the mask off hoping
You wont run when you see that ima
Fucking parasitic covert op
I'm riding in my coffin
You could find me at the bottom
Of a bottle try and stop it
Spit shine up on my converse
I'm the king of fucking nada
Feeling positive I'm bout to die
With everything I got
Credits
Writer(s): Tre Holley
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