Walk up in the walmart, blunt in my ear, take a big whiff
Watch me fall apart tryna get some rubbers real quick
Lotta new wall art, splatta essence of a big tit bitch
Burn em out like nascar tires smoking like a lit spliff
Snitchy on some sniff sniff you bitches on some weak shit
Gotta clean you all out real quick, my mind don't play your trick
Itchin for my next hit i'm shooting for the peak trip
Blotta crystals looking cloudy, time for some tweak shit
A leviathan whos constantly getting higher than your scummy friends
Type of guy to diy some dmt in a dab pen
Never give into temptations brought upon by sin
Reside outside to hide at night after farming myosin
Of mice and men, after their plans be falling through
A designer soup, improved by the finest parts of you
Paired with rice al dente flavor superb and true
Type of cut 'n screw to put u top of hannibal's school
Life had to cut 'n slice through to get a new view
Tight grips upon on my vices mind barely manable
Tryna get a hollaback before playing me for a fool
Ain't my first time around the track spent time plenty tripping
Been the king of acid way before this rap shit
Since a sophomore numby gummies hit the lips feeling scummy in my tummy
Doses insanable, the manic man made manageable
Jungian redbookable been to hell and back by the end of highschool
Walk up in the walmart, blunt in my ear, take a big whiff
Watch me fall apart tryna get some rubbers real quick
Lotta new wall art, splatta essence of a big tit bitch
Burn em out like nascar tires smoking like a lit spliff
Snitchy on some sniff sniff you bitches on some weak shit
Gotta clean you all out real quick, my mind don't play your trick
Itchin for my next hit i'm shooting for the peak trip
Blotta crystals looking cloudy, time for some tweak shit
Blunt lit, time to trip
Numbing out my lips
Bunk shit, mind on fritz
Battery on finger tips
Cunt kick, bruising lips
When i run up on a bitch
He will see my eyes
Stare into the abyss
Blunt lit, time to trip
Numbing out my lips
Bunk shit, mind on fritz
Battery on finger tips
Cunt kick, bruising lips
When i run up on a bitch
He will see my eyes
Stare into the abyss
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Walk up in the walmart, blunt in my ear, take a big whiff
Watch me fall apart tryna get some rubbers real quick
Lotta new wall art, splatta essence of a big tit bitch
Burn em out like nascar tires smoking like a lit spliff
Snitchy on some sniff sniff you bitches on some weak shit
Gotta clean you all out real quick, my mind don't play your trick
Itchin for my next hit i'm shooting for the peak trip
Blotta crystals looking cloudy, time for some tweak shit
A leviathan whos constantly getting higher than your scummy friends
Type of guy to diy some dmt in a dab pen
Never give into temptations brought upon by sin
Reside outside to hide at night after farming myosin
Of mice and men, after their plans be falling through
A designer soup, improved by the finest parts of you
Paired with rice al dente flavor superb and true
Type of cut 'n screw to put u top of hannibal's school
Life had to cut 'n slice through to get a new view
Tight grips upon on my vices mind barely manable
Tryna get a hollaback before playing me for a fool
Ain't my first time around the track spent time plenty tripping
Been the king of acid way before this rap shit
Since a sophomore numby gummies hit the lips feeling scummy in my tummy
Doses insanable, the manic man made manageable
Jungian redbookable been to hell and back by the end of highschool
Walk up in the walmart, blunt in my ear, take a big whiff
Watch me fall apart tryna get some rubbers real quick
Lotta new wall art, splatta essence of a big tit bitch
Burn em out like nascar tires smoking like a lit spliff
Snitchy on some sniff sniff you bitches on some weak shit
Gotta clean you all out real quick, my mind don't play your trick
Itchin for my next hit i'm shooting for the peak trip
Blotta crystals looking cloudy, time for some tweak shit
Blunt lit, time to trip
Numbing out my lips
Bunk shit, mind on fritz
Battery on finger tips
Cunt kick, bruising lips
When i run up on a bitch
He will see my eyes
Stare into the abyss
Blunt lit, time to trip
Numbing out my lips
Bunk shit, mind on fritz
Battery on finger tips
Cunt kick, bruising lips
When i run up on a bitch
He will see my eyes
Stare into the abyss
Watch me fall apart tryna get some rubbers real quick
Lotta new wall art, splatta essence of a big tit bitch
Burn em out like nascar tires smoking like a lit spliff
Snitchy on some sniff sniff you bitches on some weak shit
Gotta clean you all out real quick, my mind don't play your trick
Itchin for my next hit i'm shooting for the peak trip
Blotta crystals looking cloudy, time for some tweak shit
A leviathan whos constantly getting higher than your scummy friends
Type of guy to diy some dmt in a dab pen
Never give into temptations brought upon by sin
Reside outside to hide at night after farming myosin
Of mice and men, after their plans be falling through
A designer soup, improved by the finest parts of you
Paired with rice al dente flavor superb and true
Type of cut 'n screw to put u top of hannibal's school
Life had to cut 'n slice through to get a new view
Tight grips upon on my vices mind barely manable
Tryna get a hollaback before playing me for a fool
Ain't my first time around the track spent time plenty tripping
Been the king of acid way before this rap shit
Since a sophomore numby gummies hit the lips feeling scummy in my tummy
Doses insanable, the manic man made manageable
Jungian redbookable been to hell and back by the end of highschool
Walk up in the walmart, blunt in my ear, take a big whiff
Watch me fall apart tryna get some rubbers real quick
Lotta new wall art, splatta essence of a big tit bitch
Burn em out like nascar tires smoking like a lit spliff
Snitchy on some sniff sniff you bitches on some weak shit
Gotta clean you all out real quick, my mind don't play your trick
Itchin for my next hit i'm shooting for the peak trip
Blotta crystals looking cloudy, time for some tweak shit
Blunt lit, time to trip
Numbing out my lips
Bunk shit, mind on fritz
Battery on finger tips
Cunt kick, bruising lips
When i run up on a bitch
He will see my eyes
Stare into the abyss
Blunt lit, time to trip
Numbing out my lips
Bunk shit, mind on fritz
Battery on finger tips
Cunt kick, bruising lips
When i run up on a bitch
He will see my eyes
Stare into the abyss
Writer: Garrett Kowaleski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid