Death Lotto

(Watergun Collective)

Don't need no friends, I got bitches on my line
I'ma write you on my Death Note, don't waste my time
If you wanna fuck with me, I'll fuckin' light you up inside
And if you tryna have some fun, I'll fuckin' put you in a tie, like

Bitch, I'm on go-go, go-go, go
Like bitch, I'm on a roll-roll, roll-roll, roll
Why you pull up with a stick?
I'm tryna pull up with fist and we fight

Like one two, Kung Fu, you finna see the light
Cigarette blurry sight, drippin' blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene, I wipe you out like Mister Clean
What the fuck you want from me? Boy, you ain't shit, I pack a treat
Like, I'm just tryna fuck I don't want nothin' in between

Ayy, pull up with my Sharingan eye
And you know I don't play, I take down five
Got these baddies on me, and you know I don't lie
Put a blade through my chest, and I'm goin' bankai
Puttin' on my mask and I finna turn hollow
Straw Hat Pirates and you know my crew follows

Stackin' these racks, I don't need no lotto
Livin' large like a Titan, I ain't talkin' Colossal (damn)
Tanjiro, I'm slayin' demons slicin' through him, he ain't breathin'
He want my blood, but I ain't bleedin', I'm green and boomin', yeah, I'm creepin'

Runnin' in these lanes and I'm finna drift through
Got no hands on the wheel and my whip is brand-new
And you know we makin' waves, and you know we makin' moves
Fill 'em with the smoke, Shadow Clone Jutsu

There are many types of monsters in this world
Monsters who'll not show themselves and who cause trouble
Monsters who abduct children, monsters who devour dreams
Monsters who suck blood and monsters who always tell lies

Watch your back, 'cause I might attack
Black belt, bitch, I'm fast, can't see where I'm at
Driftin' through the rain, dark tint, matte black
What the fuck do you want? Bitch, shut the fuck up, I'm relaxed

I ain't tryna fuck with you or your bros, bitch
You are a broke, bitch, put in the work, bitch
You gon' stay homeless, I'ma paint your walls red like I'm Janovic
Middle fingers to the haters that are all alone, bitch

Now everything that was in my way is gone (haha-haha-haha-ha)
It's only a matter of time before I get rid of the police
What do you think of that, L?
This is my perfect victory, that's right, I win

Bitch, I'm on go-go, go-go, go
Like bitch, I'm on a roll-roll, roll-roll, roll
Why you pull up with a stick?
I'm tryna pull up with fist and we fight

Like one two, Kung Fu, you finna see the light
Cigarette blurry sight, drippin' blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene, I wipe you out like Mister Clean
What the fuck you want from me? Boy, you ain't shit, I pack a treat
Like, I'm just tryna fuck I don't want nothin' in between