Piss (feat. Lil Peep)

I hit the dope two time, take the stress off my mind I hit the coast and I ride, comin' quick on your side I'm like a ghost half the time, I'm just creepin' behind I'm never slow, I follow Take your soul, you hollow Bass kickin' like your bitch, kidnap her for kicks Come six, poppin' sticks, while she biting my lip Don't flip, don't dip, better not move too quick I take that grip right off your hip and smack yo' ass with the clip Hollow tip spit, like a blue-nose pit Hold my shit, I'ma fuck your bitch Bump Three 6 while I cut my wrist Funk my kicks then I break the rim When I dunk that shit, bloodstain the Timb No shit, got razor blades in my fist, taking lists Only time I put the blade down when I gotta pick up my pen Fuck your Benz, I'ma paint the Cadillac black Can't see me in the night with the lights off (nah) Quicksand on the white walls Living life on the edge, bitch, I might fall (might fall) Don't give a fuck what they say about me (nope) Peep won't rest 'til I rest in peace S on my chest when I come up on the beat Full moon flex while you motherfuckers sleep Make my will while I take my pills Give your bitch chills when I make my bills If I get killed, I know I'ma die real Stay real still, you already know the deal You already know the deal Lil Peep poppin' Henny bottles, fuck a seal I love the way it feel, so I do it for the thrill Say she wanna chill, bitch, I know the fucking deal (fucking deal) Young shady motherfucker, really scary when I'm comin' If you hear me get running, when you see me, get low Can't see the profit, no bands in my pockets So I'm skunkin' up and gettin' back on my flow White trash boys, just some white trash boys Flipping up the middle finger to these motherfuckin' hoes I ain't talking 'bout the women, nah, I'm talking 'bout these bitches That be pushin' all your music and they sell that flow I never gave a fuck about a deal So I ain't ever fucking with them, man, that's how it is All these internet bitches hoppin' on my dick Life turning into shit, I'm finna slit my wrists Spittin' a miss and flickin' my wrist, to these bitch boys All I ever hear you do is talk shit, boy I hear you rappin' 'bout the trap, but it ain't shit boy Hoe, I been on my fucking grind, and ain't got shit for it What the fuck, bitch? Robbing ain't gon' cut it, bitch You got no creativity, you ain't no artist, bitch You ain't a thug, you ain't a G, you ain't the hardest, bitch You just a pussy-ass motherfucker starting shit I spark a blunt, blow the smoke to the fucking breeze Thinking, "How the fuck I get out of these fucking trees?" Climbing up, to the top, to the fucking leaves I can't even fucking see what's underneath Too high, too much, so alive, but I'm done Smokin' nothing but dust and it's all I ever loved I don't wanna hear about it now All I ever wanna see are clouds Too high, too much, so alive, but I'm done Smokin' nothing but dust and it's all I ever loved I don't wanna hear about it now All I ever wanna see are clouds