EDENDEFAULT
Bitch I got two short blades
Rosè, the way I taste it
Battle axe shifting weight
Don't get your face split
Running back rushing bags
The way I chase it
Coming back everyday
To lay to waste bitch
I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit
Got your homies in a tub with a bag of ice bitch
Run up on him with the gloves
Give his head a nice dent
Photoshop him with the doves
And all the homies I've sent
Shawty ratchet for a band
That's why I don't fuck with groupies
Rather hatching up a plan
To get to hoarding all these rubies
Posting pics up on the gram
And your bitch acting like she knew me
Saying action, she on cam
But she ain't acting for this movie
Slice and dice, I cut and creep
Digging dirt, I put em deep
Now everybody on your street
Got your face up on a tee
Can't be fucking with a G
They call me Mince, how bout a meet?
Yo I been running shit with cleats
Can't get a grip on what I sheathe
Ayo hollow pulling organs like a lasso uh
Throwing bodies in the mote on top my castle uh
All the shit inside my head became a hassle uh
There ain't nothing more to do inside my bastille uh
Think my chains are metaphoric? Bitch I'm shackled uh
Only freedom that I taste is when I'm astral uh
Fuck em, walking out my body, it's a vassal uh
Tripping, burning up this tree, don't wanna pass so uh
Heard they want me dead
So I had to bring it back bitch
Hit em with the razor
Like I'm Kung Lao with the hat trick
My bitch like Mileena
She no eater, she a bad bitch
I just stay in bed
I'm stretching pussy like elastic
Ever since a kid
I been a psycho, bitch I'm mad sick
Creeping out the covers
Smelling like some burning plastic
Hollow only hovers
Move electric, making magnets
Molten core of plunder
Spinning atoms, make a track list
Swerving off the motherfucking ounce bruh (what?)
Eden, default be my garden till the ground bruh (what?)
Fucking burn a bush of chronic, hearing sounds bruh (what?)
Like a fetus, amniotic, drip and drown bruh (what?)
I'll be spitting out these maggots till I'm found bruh (what?)
Got incisions in my brain to hold the crown bruh (what?)
Golden dishes, diamonds rings, it's all around bruh (what?)
Keep the king inside the castle, burn their towns bruh (what?)
Rosè, the way I taste it
Battle axe shifting weight
Don't get your face split
Running back rushing bags
The way I chase it
Coming back everyday
To lay to waste bitch
I don't give a fuck bout none of this shit
Got your homies in a tub with a bag of ice bitch
Run up on him with the gloves
Give his head a nice dent
Photoshop him with the doves
And all the homies I've sent
Shawty ratchet for a band
That's why I don't fuck with groupies
Rather hatching up a plan
To get to hoarding all these rubies
Posting pics up on the gram
And your bitch acting like she knew me
Saying action, she on cam
But she ain't acting for this movie
Slice and dice, I cut and creep
Digging dirt, I put em deep
Now everybody on your street
Got your face up on a tee
Can't be fucking with a G
They call me Mince, how bout a meet?
Yo I been running shit with cleats
Can't get a grip on what I sheathe
Ayo hollow pulling organs like a lasso uh
Throwing bodies in the mote on top my castle uh
All the shit inside my head became a hassle uh
There ain't nothing more to do inside my bastille uh
Think my chains are metaphoric? Bitch I'm shackled uh
Only freedom that I taste is when I'm astral uh
Fuck em, walking out my body, it's a vassal uh
Tripping, burning up this tree, don't wanna pass so uh
Heard they want me dead
So I had to bring it back bitch
Hit em with the razor
Like I'm Kung Lao with the hat trick
My bitch like Mileena
She no eater, she a bad bitch
I just stay in bed
I'm stretching pussy like elastic
Ever since a kid
I been a psycho, bitch I'm mad sick
Creeping out the covers
Smelling like some burning plastic
Hollow only hovers
Move electric, making magnets
Molten core of plunder
Spinning atoms, make a track list
Swerving off the motherfucking ounce bruh (what?)
Eden, default be my garden till the ground bruh (what?)
Fucking burn a bush of chronic, hearing sounds bruh (what?)
Like a fetus, amniotic, drip and drown bruh (what?)
I'll be spitting out these maggots till I'm found bruh (what?)
Got incisions in my brain to hold the crown bruh (what?)
Golden dishes, diamonds rings, it's all around bruh (what?)
Keep the king inside the castle, burn their towns bruh (what?)
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Writer(s): Logan Johnson
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