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