K Hole
I went days on days with all my thoughts so outer space
Imitate why you fake better go pick a fucking lane
Got the mace for yo face swinging that shit to bust yo brain
I gotta date with a lil k then I'm gon drive myself off a the bridge
I'm gonna spit shit so erratic
I'm gonna split your wig and then mash it
Then I'm gon sip it outta my chalice
Stacking them carcasses in my palace
All of my dick getting so raw
From all of these fuckers that riding my cock
I getting lost feel like a moth
Killing myself and I turn into dust
I'm gon stay down turnt up my whole life a fucking joke
Grab a rope for my throat now Saliva Grey a ghost
Grey the smoke Grey the goat grate the skin up off my skull
Skully full of my song I don't give fuck about you or your music
I'm bumping the 187 the fluent of Grey the flow stupid I'm feeling like Judas
No you ain't fooling
Me or my crew with
All of your tunes so don't act like you do this
I just be boolin
Don't need a toolie
Just a lil spit from Saliva he drooling
Why you be looking?
Focus on you and
Maybe your life would better you stupid
Run up with Saliva turn his body fucking grey
Feel like Style-Bender way I punch him in his face
Have him breathing shallow put him in his motherfucking grave
Im gripping up on the fucking K cause I'm in love with the pain
Ever since I was a kid I knew that I would be alone
Six in the morning and I'm up scrolling through my fucking phone
Chopping up a Xanax and imma drop it in my styrofoam
I'm snorting on a line of K I feel it fucking up my dome bitch
Rising up from the dead just to put the glick up to my head
Imma slang the lead like I'm playing Red Dead
I'm hella fucked up so I could give a fuck about what you said
I do a lot of cocaine and I'm mixing with some bitches meds
Running around with 187 imma cause a ruckus
You a broke ass bitch go ahead and get some funds and
Don't get shot up in your head because we toting on some slugs and
You a baby ass bitch you talking big but then you running
Talk big and get hit in the lip like you're Paulo Costa
Sally G be selling greens yeah we really come from the bottom hoe
Sold the dope
and made the dough
We living better hoe
Came and we fucked up the game
180K
I want a little more
Imitate why you fake better go pick a fucking lane
Got the mace for yo face swinging that shit to bust yo brain
I gotta date with a lil k then I'm gon drive myself off a the bridge
I'm gonna spit shit so erratic
I'm gonna split your wig and then mash it
Then I'm gon sip it outta my chalice
Stacking them carcasses in my palace
All of my dick getting so raw
From all of these fuckers that riding my cock
I getting lost feel like a moth
Killing myself and I turn into dust
I'm gon stay down turnt up my whole life a fucking joke
Grab a rope for my throat now Saliva Grey a ghost
Grey the smoke Grey the goat grate the skin up off my skull
Skully full of my song I don't give fuck about you or your music
I'm bumping the 187 the fluent of Grey the flow stupid I'm feeling like Judas
No you ain't fooling
Me or my crew with
All of your tunes so don't act like you do this
I just be boolin
Don't need a toolie
Just a lil spit from Saliva he drooling
Why you be looking?
Focus on you and
Maybe your life would better you stupid
Run up with Saliva turn his body fucking grey
Feel like Style-Bender way I punch him in his face
Have him breathing shallow put him in his motherfucking grave
Im gripping up on the fucking K cause I'm in love with the pain
Ever since I was a kid I knew that I would be alone
Six in the morning and I'm up scrolling through my fucking phone
Chopping up a Xanax and imma drop it in my styrofoam
I'm snorting on a line of K I feel it fucking up my dome bitch
Rising up from the dead just to put the glick up to my head
Imma slang the lead like I'm playing Red Dead
I'm hella fucked up so I could give a fuck about what you said
I do a lot of cocaine and I'm mixing with some bitches meds
Running around with 187 imma cause a ruckus
You a broke ass bitch go ahead and get some funds and
Don't get shot up in your head because we toting on some slugs and
You a baby ass bitch you talking big but then you running
Talk big and get hit in the lip like you're Paulo Costa
Sally G be selling greens yeah we really come from the bottom hoe
Sold the dope
and made the dough
We living better hoe
Came and we fucked up the game
180K
I want a little more
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore
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