DROP

I GOT WEAPONS THAT I TOTE
PUSSY BOY YOU MIGHT GET SMOKED
THROW HIS BODY IN THE OCEAN NOW I WATCH IT FUCKING FLOAT
PRESS MY BLADE AGAINST HER THROAT
SAID SHE LOVE ME BITCH YOU DON'T
I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD AND I SEE GHOSTS INSIDE MY HOME
I'M A BOMB ABOUT TO BLOW I FEEL NOTHING SEE NO HOPE
JUST A SLIGHT PAIN IN MY CHEST AND EMOTIONS CHANGING LIKE HOES
GRAB MY BLADE AND THEN I GO WALKING DOWN THE STREET ALONE
I FEEL LIKE MY FACE LOOK BETTER FUCKING FLATTENED ON THE ROAD
TURN THE DATA OFF MY PHONE I SEE YOUR FACE INSIDE MY SCOPE
I'M JUST SKIN AND FUCKING BONE I PREFER TO BE ON MY OWN
YOU BEST WATCH YOUR FUCKING TONE BITCH MY GANG BE THE UNKNOWN
ALL THAT TALK BEST GET POSTPONED OR YOU CATCH HOLLOWS IN YOUR DOME BITCH

BLADE TUCK KEEP A BLADE TUCK PULL THE FUCK UP
WHATS UP PUSSY WHATS UP SLICE YO FACE UP