歌词
Red sky bleedin' from my eye
Tides risin' up to new highs
I turn my back to the wind
Slowly driftin' away
I hear the night sing (welcome to your new-)
Welcome to your new-
It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz
Live on the toilet, I stay on my sh-
You say we opps, but you stay on my d-
My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit
They be on Twitter like, "When he gon' miss?"
Say I fell off, but I fell in his b-
F- yo' white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em sh-
I play it cool and hand brodie the blick
Blick out yo' stu' just to show you I'm rich
Now you can't drop no more music 'cause sh-
How you jump right on that song and then snitch?
N-, you sassy and wrong as a b-
Say the wrong thing and get put on that list
This is a warning 'cause Savagе don't diss
Better thank me that yo' a- still еxist
'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick
She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff
Don't f- with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch
Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist
Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists
Draco brown like a Hershey
Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss
Hang out the window and wave at his b-
Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed
Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')
Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')
One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')
Before that's done, it's waking
Don't give a f-, I'ma rock with my twin
N- freeze up when it's time to go spin
Speak on the dead, then we boxin' you in
Send you to heaven, they kill you again
We killed his buddy, he buckin' again
If they revive 'em, we bust him again
Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in
I got in trouble for tellin' on friends
Rip out your tongue if you talkin' too much
You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us
Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me
Bury the K and it still shoot rusty
F- my opps, n- broke and they musty
All my exes still wanna f- me
Eliantte on me, this is not lucky
Fry me a n- like I'm from Kentucky
Remember when pops used to front me
When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my n-, I really see lunch meat
Three-hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip, ain't no way you could punch me
You ain't really gang, you a flunkie
Send your a- to the store like you auntie, p-
Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')
Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')
One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')
Before that's done, it's waking
This is really happening
Is this is really happening?
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