​kill me

[Intro: dreamnote & histarkey]
Why is sol in VC alone?
We tryna hop in there? I'm recording, bro
Yeah, yeah, no, I'm gonna like— soon, soon, soon (Bet, bet, bet, bet)
But not, like, right away, but soon. Like, I'm talking, [?]— what are you— what beat are you recording on?
I'm recording on this shit for, uh, a EP I'm doing
Bro, you're doing an EP? Bro, that better be, uh— bro—
Bro, I'm not— bro, I'm, like, three songs in, bro, I gotta show you
Let's go

[Chorus]
I'm makin racks, you feel me?
I prayin' to God that dis Perc won't kill me (Ha)
Stack money to the ceiling
Perc kicked in, I can feel it (Ha)
Your bitch want my riches (Ha)
All of y'all being bitches
She want love, it ain't fix her
I'm gettin' high offa' big gas (Yeah)

[Verse]
Your bitch been on me since I walked in
No, you can't spin on me if you wanted
Why you even talking? (Yeah)
Big ass pockets
Yeah, I just hope that a Glock fit
You better hope that I don't spin
I better hope that I don't miss (Yeah)
I got him boxed in
He wanna talk, finna box him
I got this bitch poppin'
He could not handle the moshpit
Yeah, I can't stand when she talkin'
I cannot stand with the comments
Yeah, I cannot hang with the commons
Yeah, I really feel like a martian (Ha)
Beatin' it up
I walk in, and she eatin' it up
I take a bean, geeked up
I-I take a bean, geeked up
I sip lean too much
Two, three cups, big gulp
I needa chill wit' the bitcrush
I needa chill wit' the bitcrush (Hahahaha, fuck)

[Chorus]
I'm makin racks, you feel me?
I prayin' to God that dis Perc won't kill me (Ha)
Stack money to the ceiling
Perc kicked in, I can feel it (Ha)
Your bitch want my riches (Ha)
All of y'all being bitches
She want love, it ain't fix her
I'm gettin' high offa' big gas

[Outro]
I'm gettin' high offa' big gas (Resonating!)
I'm gettin' high offa' big gas
I'm gettin' high offa' big gas
I'm gettin' high offa' big gas