DONT TALK 2 ME!

[Chorus: BLOODCLOT$ & hollowshawdy]
Dont it walk, like its free
Maced the message so foreseen
Mage depression what it brings
Ingest metal thru a sink
- striking gold, staring bold
They say "Lets roll" I say "You fold" and they, you, yes its very cold
Range old, maybe blown
Head gasket - head casket sewn
Bitch, I came up with my brothers makin' these tracks
Fuck a lame, talkin' shit, you a bitch and that's facts (That's facts)
I don't really fuck with rats, gotta use some mouse traps
Comin' out with BLOODCLOT$, yeah, we tryna make some bands, yeah

[Verse 1: hollowshawdy]
Stabbin' all these fuckers on sight (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
Run up on you, like Lil Yachty, it's one night
Stealin' all yo' fuckin' shit just like I'm Sly
There's this girl in my DM's tryna pipe, huh, yeah
Stabbin' all these bitches on sight (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
Run up on you, like Lil Yachty, it's one night (It's one night)
Stealin' all yo' fuckin' shit just like I'm Sly
There's this girl in my DM's tryna pipe, yeah

[Bridge: hollowshawdy]
You a fake fuckboy, don't talk to me
You a fake fuckboy, don't talk to me
You a fake fuckboy, don't, yeah
You a fake fuckboy, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: BLOODCLOT$]
How the fuck am I supposed to write lyrics with my arms cut off?
Grab the bitch on Vicodin, slicin shit
Windows 95 and bitches enticing it
By the wind, my old gist
Fuck this nihilist shit
This bye old friend shit
Them bodies get hit turn to carcasses then
Decay, burning nooses
New news you clueless
Who knew, this product placement project felt complacent
Just ruling
And this wavour signed itself
Bitch it's elf on the shelf
Watching you endorse no health
Break that shell, molding cells
We in jail like can't you tell
You mask the smell
Got Verbal gel like

[Chorus: BLOODCLOT$ & hollowshawdy]
Dont it walk, like its free
Maced the message so foreseen
Mage depression what it brings
Ingest metal thru a sink
- striking gold, staring bold
They say "Lets roll" I say "You fold" and they, you, yes its very cold
Range old, maybe blown
Head gasket - head casket sewn
Bitch, I came up with my brothers makin' these tracks
Fuck a lame, talkin' shit, you a bitch and that's facts (That's facts)
I don't really fuck with rats, gotta use some mouse traps
Comin' out with BLOODCLOT$, yeah, we tryna make some bands, yeah, ayy

[Outro: hollowshawdy]
Yeah, we tryna make some bands
Yeah, we tryna make some bands