death note

Chorus 1:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
You can't get mad if I do it again
I just walked into a dub and I'll do it again
She said she just wanna fuck, so we do it as friends
Yeah, it's true in the end
I'm a fool with the pen
Write a line and I'll do it again
Yeah, always right on time, I'm just used to the win
So get used to it, so get used to it

Verse 1:
Look at my neck: it's glitched
Look at my wrist: restarted
I'm an expensive bitch
You did not pick these garments
I been the shit, I'm charming
Y'all are just aura farming, oh
Pull up, I'm dropping 6
And I'm just getting started
"Lucky streak" so I could probably do the same thing
Fucked her well, so of course, do the same thing
Tell me if you're wanting more, I'll arrange it
All these fifties on the floor with the Franklins
It's Team Future to the core, never changed shit
I can't tell if I'm the whore or my main bitch
She just let me through the door in my plain fit
My pen mighty like my sword
Red eye really make you stain clothes
Choppa called for rain coats
I just caught the opps and chain smoked
Watch me run it, run it
Stop the watch: Usain Bolt
I-I just need to use you, ain't no staying close
Watch 'em drop: pachinko
W-want the coupe or Range Rove
You want proof I'm staying low

Chorus 1:
Wait, wait, wait
You can't get mad if I do it again
I just walked into a dub and I'll do it again
She said she just wanna fuck, so we do it as friends
Yeah, it's true in the end
I'm a fool with the pen
Write a line and I'll do it again
Yeah, always right on time, I'm just used to the win
So get used to it, so get used to it

Chorus 2:
Y'all shit sound like pot pans
She plays me with hot hands
Y'all niggas ain't no Rockman
Said you're "twin": we're not mans
Looks my hand got hot
Looks my hand got hot
I hit 20, 30, 40, and I'm not gon' stop
Y'all shit sound like pot pans
She plays me with hot hands
Y'all niggas ain't no Rockman
Said you're "twin": we're not mans
Looks my hand got hot
Looks my hand got hot
I hit 20, 30, 40, and I'm not gon' stop

Verse 2:
I put my pen on the pad and I look at Ryuk like
"Boy, fuck it, we winning again"
Even my "lesser than"s still be obsessed with the man
I can only step out with a ten
I just cook up the message, I'm texting whatever she wanted to hear
I'm just playing pretend
Boy, I feel like a genius, I write like I'm Zenas
Shit had to be hot when I severed the hand
Hold up (man, I severed the hand)
Die 'cause I said so
Niggas gassed up like petrol
Got your death date on schedule
I just wanna see y'all heads roll
Niggas don't got shit special
Every line down is death row
In love with the game: it's betrothed
Boy, I'm on ten like "let's go"
Angeltype tie for the next show

Outro:
Real niggas know lightning does strike twice
I been had mine in a bottle, listen
Y'all don't even got an iota, not a modicum
Shit