Stitch Switch

[Verse 1: BLCKK]
The sun beamin', I hate that shit, I got my curtains on (What? What?)
Come get it, this magazine a hundred stories tall (Yeah, yeah)
South, blooded, they had me try to run a marathon (What?)
Crack hitter, but nothin' touched a fucking murder, son (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I don't even do that shit
But me and him just get along, baby, Lilo and Stitch, ha (Pow-pow-pow, yeah, yeah)
I found a way to get you scared of the dark
Pop the fuck up out the closet, let you choke on a spark (Ha, ha, ha), ha
Walk inside the function with cocaine from a fucking fed (Pow)
Fuck it if it kill me, this shit was part of the fuckin' plan (Yeah, yeah)
Now I can't remеmber if I met you, I was fucking drunk (Pow, pow)
Lucky I was wasted, whеn I'm sober, you a fucking punk (Yeah)
I just bought a truck of fucking acid, help me pick it up (Woah)
Slip that shit in drinks, then watch you trip and fall, then laugh it up (Yeah)
Come and get me, bitch, I'm sittin', waitin' on you, hurry up (Woah)
I can say whatever, all you fucking people dumb as fuck (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Biv]
New me, new problems, bitch, I want 'em (Ayy)
Old me, just a dream, dead on arrival (Yeah)
Ten feet deep, I've been growin', but mental rotten (Ayy)
Show no love to no-names, bitch, I forget 'em (What?)
Why the fuck you always talk like you shot 'em? (Yeah)
Splinter cell creepin', they fiendin' until they spot 'em (Grr)
Now she's tryna get in my head, bitch, you don't want it (Ayy)
Mad as fuck just 'cause I ducked and your mans not him (Ayy)
My bad bitch, new ting, got me spastic (Yeah)
Fuck a price, fuck tags, no commerce in my baggage (Yeah)
Feelin' grand, the man, bitch, feelin' fantastic (Yeah)
Numbers goin' up, I've been steady flippin' my average (Yeah)
New life, better off, old bitch a steady has-been (Yeah)
Split your man four ways, a limb for each casket (Yeah)
Red, blue lights flash, I ain't even see what happened (What?)
Blow a hole up in his soul just 'cause a fucker askin'
Out my way, bitch boy, I'm fucking maxin' (Ayy)
Been had cases out of state, run with the bastions (Ayy)
Put my fam' on the plate, we feastin' off the fractions (Ayy)
Dead presidential in my pockets, carry caskets (Yeah)
Punk bitch, I come back, you ain't run with the set (Yeah)
Now I'm workin' for some rest, it ain't problems you forget (Yeah)
You just wanna be upset, problem solve 'em if they test (Yeah)
Takin' shots to they neck, all you fuckers just project (Yeah)
Lord knows they obsessed, Lord knows I'm a threat (Yeah)
They gon' give me my respect, I'm a walking dead (Yeah)
I'm walking dead
They give me more than respect, huh (Yeah)

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[Chorus: Biv]
Bitch, I'm walking dead, I'm walking, huh, yeah
Bitch, I'm walking dead, I'm walking, yuh
Bitch, I'm walking dead, I'm walking, huh
Bitch, I'm walking dead, I'm walking
Yuh, yeah, walking
Uh, uh, uh, uh

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