RoadKill
Big bully, yeah, don't know how it started
Yeah, inferno flame, got you high as scorching
Yeah, I don't feel no pain, I don't feel no ways
Come to the deep end of crystal lake, yeah
Tied to the bottom and I can't escape
Do you feel a way, cause I've been away
Just look at my face, we got the cut, go crazy
Bitch, I'm the cutthroat, baby
I was raised up alone in a spaceship
Man, I didn't wanna tell you wan say it
Yeah, I done put the roses all up on my body
Cut the car off, then I stare at the horizon
Get you knocked off for a little bit of nothing that shit really nothing, yeah
I like the finest of fashion and vintage better start using your head before we hit it
Better start using your head before we split it, yeah
I was never the type just to be on my ass you just be in the house, you on the couch
We, eating filet mignon and some shit that I cannot pronounce
Boy don't go past, here, you some roadkill
And I crash, deer, so don't go there
I'm count cash here, they like, boy, you act weird
Bitch, I'm the goat and they telling me that every time I just drop a new track
Tryna put that beretta inside the glove box and then put the AK in the back
Used to write hoes letters until I found out that they could stab your heart from the back
So I treat em like roadkill, yeah I just got another one, told em don't go here, yeah
I done hit another one, think it's a ghost there
I ain't interested, don't even look, I give you the cold stare
I'mma pass you to bro, he gon' do you correct
I'm guarding my soul, it's gold
I got her buy me an HK, or protect it with techs
Earrings rose gold, got her Vivienne Westwood Planet on my neck
She wanna party, she boot up off X
Just say the word, I can get that boy whacked
Do it myself or I send the text
Depending on where that lil' nigga be at
I know some niggas shoot shit like the rec
I know some niggas crash out like a wreck
You better watch what you say out your neck
Cause less is more and more is less, yes
But you bet' not go pass there, no
I can't go out like that, I can't go out like that, that
You know we crashed deer, know
Better turn your back, better turn your back, back
I done put the roses all over my body
I done been the roadkill, and no one said sorry
So I turn my vehicle to roadkill cars
Every time I see one, I'm catching me a body, yeah
No, don't go there, tryna protect you
Don't be roadkill, I don't let you
Bae, if you want inferno flame you gotta catch up
Bae, if you want inferno flame you gotta catch up
Yeah, inferno flame, got you high as scorching
Yeah, I don't feel no pain, I don't feel no ways
Come to the deep end of crystal lake, yeah
Tied to the bottom and I can't escape
Do you feel a way, cause I've been away
Just look at my face, we got the cut, go crazy
Bitch, I'm the cutthroat, baby
I was raised up alone in a spaceship
Man, I didn't wanna tell you wan say it
Yeah, I done put the roses all up on my body
Cut the car off, then I stare at the horizon
Get you knocked off for a little bit of nothing that shit really nothing, yeah
I like the finest of fashion and vintage better start using your head before we hit it
Better start using your head before we split it, yeah
I was never the type just to be on my ass you just be in the house, you on the couch
We, eating filet mignon and some shit that I cannot pronounce
Boy don't go past, here, you some roadkill
And I crash, deer, so don't go there
I'm count cash here, they like, boy, you act weird
Bitch, I'm the goat and they telling me that every time I just drop a new track
Tryna put that beretta inside the glove box and then put the AK in the back
Used to write hoes letters until I found out that they could stab your heart from the back
So I treat em like roadkill, yeah I just got another one, told em don't go here, yeah
I done hit another one, think it's a ghost there
I ain't interested, don't even look, I give you the cold stare
I'mma pass you to bro, he gon' do you correct
I'm guarding my soul, it's gold
I got her buy me an HK, or protect it with techs
Earrings rose gold, got her Vivienne Westwood Planet on my neck
She wanna party, she boot up off X
Just say the word, I can get that boy whacked
Do it myself or I send the text
Depending on where that lil' nigga be at
I know some niggas shoot shit like the rec
I know some niggas crash out like a wreck
You better watch what you say out your neck
Cause less is more and more is less, yes
But you bet' not go pass there, no
I can't go out like that, I can't go out like that, that
You know we crashed deer, know
Better turn your back, better turn your back, back
I done put the roses all over my body
I done been the roadkill, and no one said sorry
So I turn my vehicle to roadkill cars
Every time I see one, I'm catching me a body, yeah
No, don't go there, tryna protect you
Don't be roadkill, I don't let you
Bae, if you want inferno flame you gotta catch up
Bae, if you want inferno flame you gotta catch up
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Writer(s): Nile Chisholm
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