Human Now
Oxys in my mouth, I'm finna chew em' down
The devil resurrect me, you cant save me
I ain't human now
Prolly bust a nut in someone's bitch
I'll breed a wicked child
You don't wanna see a demon seed
For dad he wildin' out
Hol' up, hol' up, say what
You think I'm finna blow up
So what, so what, the fuck
I look like growin up
I go nuts, go nuts, get buck
I leave you folded up
Got no gun, no gun, just blood
I'll stab him fuckin up
Krk's on my desk
Cigarette smoke on my breath
You fuckin around with that meth
Bitch wanna say I'm possessed
Nah but forreal I was blessed
Made me immortal no death
If you wan' fuck with a god
Need you a vest and a tech
Breakin a bitch for the feast
Eatin em' up from the chest
Bitch, aye
Play no games
Chewin my food with them gold fuckin' fangs
Drivin down town ina' all black range
Clap on her booty, I'm pullin her braids
Baby so smart she be givin' me brain
Everyone say that I'm goin' insane
Bitch I be gettin that money, fuck with me
You talk like a clown, Ima slap you with breaks
Oxys in my mouth, I'm finna chew em down
The devil resurrect me, you cant save me
I ain't human now
Prolly bust a nut in someone's bitch
I'll breed a wicked child
You don't wanna see a demon seed
For dad he wildin' out
Hol' up hol' up, say what
You think I'm finna blow up
So what, so what, the fuck, I look like growin up
I go nuts, go nuts, get buck
I leave you folded up
Got no gun, no gun, just blood
I'll stab him fuckin up
The devil resurrect me, you cant save me
I ain't human now
Prolly bust a nut in someone's bitch
I'll breed a wicked child
You don't wanna see a demon seed
For dad he wildin' out
Hol' up, hol' up, say what
You think I'm finna blow up
So what, so what, the fuck
I look like growin up
I go nuts, go nuts, get buck
I leave you folded up
Got no gun, no gun, just blood
I'll stab him fuckin up
Krk's on my desk
Cigarette smoke on my breath
You fuckin around with that meth
Bitch wanna say I'm possessed
Nah but forreal I was blessed
Made me immortal no death
If you wan' fuck with a god
Need you a vest and a tech
Breakin a bitch for the feast
Eatin em' up from the chest
Bitch, aye
Play no games
Chewin my food with them gold fuckin' fangs
Drivin down town ina' all black range
Clap on her booty, I'm pullin her braids
Baby so smart she be givin' me brain
Everyone say that I'm goin' insane
Bitch I be gettin that money, fuck with me
You talk like a clown, Ima slap you with breaks
Oxys in my mouth, I'm finna chew em down
The devil resurrect me, you cant save me
I ain't human now
Prolly bust a nut in someone's bitch
I'll breed a wicked child
You don't wanna see a demon seed
For dad he wildin' out
Hol' up hol' up, say what
You think I'm finna blow up
So what, so what, the fuck, I look like growin up
I go nuts, go nuts, get buck
I leave you folded up
Got no gun, no gun, just blood
I'll stab him fuckin up
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Writer(s): Trever Davis
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