Gatekeeper

[Intro: Bladee & Thaiboy Digital]
(Night calling)
Drain my blood, man
Hospital, man
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Whole lot of Drain shit, man
(You fuckboy)
Fuck me like you're leaving
You're the only reason my heart's beating
Heart racing uneven, pulse speeding
Your boyfriend is a lame, I could beat him
Fuck me like you're leaving
Fuck me like you got no God, no feelings
Sinking feeling, wishing I was dreaming
I'm a keychain on your hook, just reel in

[Verse 1: Bladee]
Dog daycare, D&G choker
Night-goer, I'm a kush-blower
Pop out like a gopher, move over
Count it like a coder
One, two, three, four, five, six, it's over
Ecco pull up in a Rover, I'ma show her
I've been playing with my nose, uh, now my nose hurt
I'ma hit a home run, I'm a striker
I don't like her, I hate her
I'm just playin', yeah, I love her
But it's sad 'cause we don't like each other
We don't go together
Fuck it, I don't do this
I'ma move past it
I'ma move past it, I got it
Drain Gang, I got dirty tricks, street magician
You're not on my level so we can't do competition
I miss him, yeah, RIP Barron, yeah, I miss him
I know we will be getting turnt in the second
Bless him, take it all, teach him a lesson
Drain Gang, I feel like we the new One Direction
Thaiboy, yeah, I said it twice, free Thaiboy
I don't want to be associated with you rappers

[Chorus: Bladee]
Fuck your little check, your party, take me off it
Fuck your free drinks, that shit just make me nauseous
I fucked up a few times, it just make me cautious
Fuck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this
I'ma hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses
You can't hit me after eight 'cause then I'm off it
I'ma make my way, don't have to pay no bloggers
I'ma get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith

[Verse 2: Bladee]
I don't know 'bout you, but me, I fiend that darkness
Sleep-sleepwalking, burn my fucking carcass
I know they hating on the low, I caught it
Hole in my head, I'm tryna find out who God is
Baby, you're a goddess, you're flawless
I'm smoking cabbage, you're smoking on that garbage
Fuck being an artist, I still will go the hardest
You a worker, I see you as a target

[Chorus: Bladee]
Fuck your little check, your party, take me off it
Fuck your free drinks, that shit just make me nauseous
I fucked up a few times, it just make me cautious
Fuck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this
I'ma hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses
You can't hit me after eight 'cause then I'm off it
I'ma make my way, don't have to pay no bloggers
I'ma get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith