Waist Down / BlxxdSoakedJeans (feat. Noaah)
Washing away with the waves
Popping that oxy and dying for days
I can't escape
My dirty ways
Keeping my forty tucked while I decay
(Aye)
I am the person they see when they die
When they hearing my call ima creep in the night
I am an idol that lost all it's trace
Reincarnation of Satan that waste
(Waste)
waist down in the river
Ima double cup till I feel it in my liver
Blood soaked jeans blood soaked cause I'm a giver
Ima murder cupid and then shoot you with his quiver
Covered in mud cause I feel so dirty
Please standby I'm dead by 30
I don't wanna live if life don't hurry
Every single day got me coated in a flurry bitch
Washing away in that holy water bitch it burn me alive
(It burn me alive)
I keep my head on a swivel because I know they come from behind
Fuck up your mind
Come try to fuck with me boy
I've been waiting to bust out my knives
(Bust out my knives)
I've been the one to call nothing and everyone fucking despise
I wonder why
I just be ruining my liver
(liver)
I be addicted to liquor
(liquor)
They tryna call I won't pick up
Keep getting the bag I won't give up
All alone but that's how I love it
(I love it)
Call my phone I don't give a fuck if
Dial tone that's what you getting
Riding solo I go on the missions
(God Damn)
Riding solo I go on the missions
Auto tune that's what you spitting
Bumping my shit while we whipping
(Fuck you)
Riding solo I go on the missions
I told that bitch to just shut up and listen
Bumping my shit while we whipping
(Aye)
Bumping my shit got the white up my nose
Know I already told her she best without clothes
Writing my flows
Switching my hoes
Bitch I'm a terror that already chose
Coming to empty that clip
I'm gonna dip
Might take a sip
Bitch I got my blood on my hip call that red on my bones
I'm in your crib and I cut all your phones
Now you curving in a ditch
And I end up murdering your bitch
Cause I already knew you'd prolly twitch
And I got to run cause they knowing who it is
Leaving my trace
Ill fuck your face
Blood at the top better stay in your place
I'll pop a case
Xanax been laced
Time for your death bitch you're already waste
Popping that oxy and dying for days
I can't escape
My dirty ways
Keeping my forty tucked while I decay
(Aye)
I am the person they see when they die
When they hearing my call ima creep in the night
I am an idol that lost all it's trace
Reincarnation of Satan that waste
(Waste)
waist down in the river
Ima double cup till I feel it in my liver
Blood soaked jeans blood soaked cause I'm a giver
Ima murder cupid and then shoot you with his quiver
Covered in mud cause I feel so dirty
Please standby I'm dead by 30
I don't wanna live if life don't hurry
Every single day got me coated in a flurry bitch
Washing away in that holy water bitch it burn me alive
(It burn me alive)
I keep my head on a swivel because I know they come from behind
Fuck up your mind
Come try to fuck with me boy
I've been waiting to bust out my knives
(Bust out my knives)
I've been the one to call nothing and everyone fucking despise
I wonder why
I just be ruining my liver
(liver)
I be addicted to liquor
(liquor)
They tryna call I won't pick up
Keep getting the bag I won't give up
All alone but that's how I love it
(I love it)
Call my phone I don't give a fuck if
Dial tone that's what you getting
Riding solo I go on the missions
(God Damn)
Riding solo I go on the missions
Auto tune that's what you spitting
Bumping my shit while we whipping
(Fuck you)
Riding solo I go on the missions
I told that bitch to just shut up and listen
Bumping my shit while we whipping
(Aye)
Bumping my shit got the white up my nose
Know I already told her she best without clothes
Writing my flows
Switching my hoes
Bitch I'm a terror that already chose
Coming to empty that clip
I'm gonna dip
Might take a sip
Bitch I got my blood on my hip call that red on my bones
I'm in your crib and I cut all your phones
Now you curving in a ditch
And I end up murdering your bitch
Cause I already knew you'd prolly twitch
And I got to run cause they knowing who it is
Leaving my trace
Ill fuck your face
Blood at the top better stay in your place
I'll pop a case
Xanax been laced
Time for your death bitch you're already waste
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Writer(s): Lukas Sisemore
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