Piss

I hit the dope two time, take the stress off my mind
 I hit the coast and I ride, comin' quick on your side
 I'm like a ghost half the time, I'm just creepin' behind
 I'm never slow, I follow
 Take your soul, you hollow
 Bass kickin' like your bitch, kidnap her for kicks
 Come six, poppin' sticks, while she biting my lip
 Don't flip, don't dip, better not move too quick
 I take that grip right off your hip and smack yo' ass with the clip
 Hollow tip spit, like a blue-nose pit
 Hold my shit, I'ma fuck your bitch
 Bump Three 6 while I cut my wrist
 Funk my kicks then I break the rim
 When I dunk that shit, bloodstain the Timb
 No shit, got razor blades in my fist, taking lists
 Only time I put the blade down when I gotta pick up my pen
 Fuck your Benz, I'ma paint the Cadillac black
 Can't see me in the night with the lights off (nah)
 Quicksand on the white walls
 Living life on the edge, bitch, I might fall (might fall)
 Don't give a fuck what they say about me (nope)
 Peep won't rest 'til I rest in peace
 S on my chest when I come up on the beat
 Full moon flex while you motherfuckers sleep
 Make my will while I take my pills
 Give your bitch chills when I make my bills
 If I get killed, I know I'ma die real
 Stay real still, you already know the deal
 You already know the deal
 Lil Peep poppin' Henny bottles, fuck a seal
 I love the way it feel, so I do it for the thrill
 Say she wanna chill, bitch I know the fucking deal (fucking deal)
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 Young shady motherfucker, really scary when I'm comin'
 If you hear me get running, when you see me, get low
 Can't see the profit, no bands in my pockets
 So I'm skunkin' up and gettin' back on my flow
 White trash boys, just some white trash boys
 Flipping up the middle finger to these motherfuckin' hoes
 I ain't talking 'bout the women, nah, I'm talking 'bout these bitches
 That be pushin' all your music and they sell that flow
 I never gave a fuck about a deal
 So I ain't ever fucking with them, man, that's how it is
 All these internet bitches hoppin' on my dick
 Life turning into shit, I'm finna slit my wrists
 Spittin' a miss and flickin' my wrist, to these bitch boys
 All I ever hear you do is talk shit, boy
 I hear you rappin' 'bout the trap, but it ain't shit boy
 Ho, I been on my fucking grind, and ain't got shit for it
 What the fuck, bitch? Robbing ain't gon' cut it, bitch
 You got no creativity, you ain't no artist, bitch
 You ain't a thug, you ain't a G, you ain't the hardest, bitch
 You just a pussy-ass motherfucker starting shit
 I spark a blunt, blow the smoke to the fucking breeze
 Thinking "How the fuck I get out of these fucking trees?"
 Climbing up, to the top, to the fucking leaves
 I can't even fucking see what's underneath
 Too high, too much, so alive, but I'm done
 Smokin' nothing but dust and it's all I ever loved
 I don't wanna hear about it now
 All I ever wanna see are clouds
 Too high, too much, so alive, but I'm done
 Smokin' nothing but dust and it's all I ever loved
 I don't wanna hear about it now
 All I ever wanna see are clouds