Lucifer [Inoue-kun Remix]

[Hook: Shwabadi]
Skip what you say
I'mma drift out my lane
Y'all are shit, all the same
You're a bitch after fame
I go solo
Lucifer, no Chrollo
Grip the collared polo
My crew going postal

[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Bitches think that they know my life
Talking shit when they go online
Walk to the kid then we throw on sight
Forcing it big when they see that smile
Like nah, I don't really feel that good
I don't wanna go but I wish you would
Little Frodo with the halfling wood
Elijah boy, yes I wish you Wood
Like, FUCK
You don't want this feeling
Grip the metal, turn to steelix
Drop the clips, nanner peelings
Watch them slip, nips revealing
Soapy drip, my fit the cleanest
So fly, trap like venus
From the ashеs feeling like a joker, baby
Joaquin Phoenix
Pop pop
Psycho mob
Keep it hunnеd, shoot your shot
Drop drop
Pussy god
Fall in love when you're on my cock
Ay
I don't wanna take that fall
Ay
Titan how I bust that wall
Ay
Tighter when I'm in that hole
Ay
Fuck it now I'm all alone
Like misery
Hanging over my head like a mezzanine
Fantasy
Only way that you and me's a family
Kaneki
I've been looking ghoulish and I'm panicky
Tragedy
Wrists red dripping with the grenadine

[Hook 2: Shwabadi & Cam Steady]
Skip what you say
I'mma drift out my lane
Y'all are shit, all the same
You're a bitch after fame
I go solo
Lucifer, no Chrollo
Grip the collared polo
My crew going postal
Skip what you say
I'mma drift out my lane
Y'all are shit, all the same
You're a bitch after fame
I go solo
Lucifer, no Chrollo
Grip the collared polo
My crew going postal

[Verse 2: Cam Steady]
Crew goes postal that’s big UPS
This delivery enough
To bring my team like NES
TMNT you can’t beat us

And shwabadi he saw the beat
And called on me to heat it up
Cause cam he be miami beach
With Tyler herro teeing up

A three in clutch
I’m eating bucks
Like Giannis isn’t keeping up
I’m harder when I deke and dunk
And wrap the rim I’m Carter’s son

You call me sir I’m Carter’s son
Like Jay Z fathered what’ve I done
My super team’s, In NYC
Like Brooklyn be when KD’s on

Like shot shot
Watch em drop
Kobe knocking 81

RIP the mamba
God ya put our city on the top

I’m none stop
Pass the rock
Blend the genres jaws’ll drop
When they see what I’mma drop
This whole industry is locked

Like Victory
Always seems to come to me it sits with me
Listening
To my tracks I think I’m making history
No Mystery
My numbers grow like germs when I refresh
I’m needing Listerine
And every time I spit, you get a hit from me

[Hook 2: Shwabadi & Cam Steady]
Skip what you say
I'mma drift out my lane
Y'all are shit, all the same
You're a bitch after fame
I go solo
Lucifer, no Chrollo
Grip the collared polo
My crew going postal

[Outro: Shwabadi]
Skip what you say
I'mma drift out my lane
Y'all are shit, all the same
You're a bitch after fame
I go solo
Lucifer, no Chrollo
Grip the collared polo
My crew going postal