BADSHAWTIE$ (feat. Syner)

Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From a distance I'm in your system betcha you can't follow Through my transition I got you drippin' through my chair No recognizin' my name She puts on Rick and Morty Even hits her Lights when I came Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From a distance I'm in your system betcha you can't follow Through my transition I got you drippin' through my chair No recognizin' my name She puts on Rick and Morty Even hits her Lights when I came Yaaa Hit me with that semi semi automatic end my Grief I dare a pussy come and fucking try me tryna Rest in peace Catacomb slap a hoe I'm one with stars I'm Dead to me This gone be my death my final rest I know There's hell to pay Pistol by my side let me hit it let it ride let the Evil show the smile see the fear in your eyes Baby this ain't for you wanna go get it till the End see the pen it's poison blood thick from The lead get me off this pad bitch Reaper coming speakers blowing glowing with No Adlibs Life flow fast hoes I never wanna sell little hoe Buss it down bet im coming for your neck Better yet I'm head hunting Here me on my doom my final day then call me Dumile Swinging on my swords to all these hoes is Where your Domb will lay Ay Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From a distance I'm in your system betcha you can follow Through my transition I got you drippin' through my chair No recognizin' my name She puts on Rick and Morty even hits her Lights when I came Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From a distance I'm in your system betcha you can follow Through my transition I got you drippin' through my chair No recognizin' my name She puts on Rick and Morty even hits her Lights when I came Yeah Now it's begun Sharpen the blade that's just Bound in my tongue Switchin' my flow but my verse sound as one These drugs in my system the come down Ain't fun Lets walk around or some I've hit my limit You were my gimmick Smoke in the air that's The spliff let me hit it At least I admit it It's not like I didn't Just notice my style was for you to mimic Forgot what I wrote when I jotted it slit Thinking too much but I gotta spit shit Top of the drugs that were rotten this bit You're flashin' your tits while you mosh in a pit Floatin on cloud from the way that I smoke Yeah Ain't no comin' down till the days that I'm Broke Chills in my spine that still stay when we spoke Killed up my time Third eye grey when I wrote