Bang!
Swim in a pool full of bodies, I'll see you niggas at the bottom okay
Still bring it every time, it's getting old, I guess I brought it okay
Every time he spit, it get acidic, he swallowing blotter today
Swallow that bottle tomorrow
Then buy a new mirror so I can look god in the face
I gotta get in my way
Just to get out of my ways
I gotta draw the line just so you niggas can
Get the fuck out of my lane
Step to my niggas, I promise I'm putting my foot in your brain
What type of console he got, it don't matter that nigga don't play
All I know is pain, and all I see is rain
We are not the same
I won't feel no shame
When I fuck 'round make your homies vanish, bitch I'm David Blaine
Flip some m's; who, where, when why, and what
Put my BBC matter fact BLC in her gut, who do I trust?
Gotta put a band-aid on my back, no leaky cuts
All my homies "sus," me and my homies "sus"
You say that you down bad, I'm sorry bro that sucks
I'm just playing nigga, I don't give a fuck
You can come correct or you can flunk
Don't pass me no blunt, I need a bump
Bitch I heard yo pussy got some gunk
I just want some neck; I don't want to hump
No validity needed; I know I'm sick with it quick with it
Visine what I sip, read my lips nigga
No eyelids
So how could I slip
The devil arrives with my demise, a guide to life, and high advice
And somehow I find that I fit with it
I don't chase shit, what'd I sip with it?
Pull her off my dick, can't be my bitch is it?
Is it?
Still bring it every time, it's getting old, I guess I brought it okay
Every time he spit, it get acidic, he swallowing blotter today
Swallow that bottle tomorrow
Then buy a new mirror so I can look god in the face
I gotta get in my way
Just to get out of my ways
I gotta draw the line just so you niggas can
Get the fuck out of my lane
Step to my niggas, I promise I'm putting my foot in your brain
What type of console he got, it don't matter that nigga don't play
All I know is pain, and all I see is rain
We are not the same
I won't feel no shame
When I fuck 'round make your homies vanish, bitch I'm David Blaine
Flip some m's; who, where, when why, and what
Put my BBC matter fact BLC in her gut, who do I trust?
Gotta put a band-aid on my back, no leaky cuts
All my homies "sus," me and my homies "sus"
You say that you down bad, I'm sorry bro that sucks
I'm just playing nigga, I don't give a fuck
You can come correct or you can flunk
Don't pass me no blunt, I need a bump
Bitch I heard yo pussy got some gunk
I just want some neck; I don't want to hump
No validity needed; I know I'm sick with it quick with it
Visine what I sip, read my lips nigga
No eyelids
So how could I slip
The devil arrives with my demise, a guide to life, and high advice
And somehow I find that I fit with it
I don't chase shit, what'd I sip with it?
Pull her off my dick, can't be my bitch is it?
Is it?
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