Majin Buu

Pray to Lucy, pray to terps, cus I can’t pray to God
Know I hurt your ego little bitch, just try to play it off
Chasing liquor with some Bombay and she say it’s strong
Bomb, then your spirits gone, nimbus on like I been Gohan
Like ay

Wrists on glow like Piccolo, damn
Need an AK, like wind’s low, damn
Fuck these hoes like a gigolo, damn
Embalm your body like Cicero damn
Might buy a Tesla, Nikola, aye
Gave her sore throat, need a Ricola, aye
Think you got bars but I beat em up, aye
Pull a switchblade and I see em run, aye
Majin in a coffin, I’m death
Often when I pop in, none left
Walk in, then I taught them I’m next
Squealing like a dolphin, that’s your ex
I drink, I’m Link, open your chest
Loud pack stink I be smoking that best
I might break, I be showing unrest
Upset, sent a Tec with a text I meant

Like okay
Shorty want the rosé and the cocaine
And more fame
I’m insane
Blow like a Note 8, I’m a no name but I own this lane
So wait
All these hoes claim blow and there’s no shame
No way
Opiates know my brain but I’m sober when the scope gon' aim, like

Pop a Molly in my Fiji, bleeding, needing drugs
And my artistry can hardly be equated to these scrubs
You get wet up like a squeegee, wiping blood off of your gums
If you come at me talkin' shit, break your bones, ain’t no thug, yeah

Suicidal thoughts, got a rope I bought
Tie knots in a drop top, reaper gon' stalk
Okay
Jack on the rocks with a thot but I’m not drunk yet, feelin' like Fort Knox
Okay
Ripped a pair of Off-White socks when the shot went off, tryna get myself popped
Okay
Collect thoughts with a mop like Kurt, it’s a blur when the 12 gauge cock
Don’t wait
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