Piss - Death Plus/Lil Peep

I hit the d**e 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 b***h 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' a*s with the clip

Hollow tip spit like a blue-nose pit

Hold my s**t I'ma f**k your b***h

Bump three 6 while I cut my wrist

Funk my kicks then I break the rim

When I dunk that s**t bloodstain the Timb

No s**t got razor blades in my fist taking lists

Only time I put the blade down

When I gotta pick up my pen

F**k 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 b***h

I might fall might fall

Don't give a f**k 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 motherf**kers sleep

Make my will while I take my pills

Give your b***h 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 f**k a seal

I love the way it feel so

I do it for the thrill

Say she wanna chill b***h

I know the f**king deal f**king deal

Young shady motherf**ker 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 motherf**kin' h*es

I ain't talking 'bout the women nah

I'm talking 'bout these b***hes

That be pushin' all your music

And they sell that flow

I never gave a f**k about a deal

So I ain't ever f**king with them man that's how it is

All these internet b***hes hoppin' on my d**k

Life turning into s**t I'm finna slit my wrists

Spittin' a miss and flickin' my wrist to these b***h boys

All I ever hear you do is talk s**t boy

I hear you rappin' 'bout the trap

But it ain't s**t boy

Ho I been on my f**king grind

And ain't got s**t for it

What the f**k b***h Robbing ain't gon' cut it b***h

You got no creativity you ain't no artist b***h

You ain't a thug you ain't a G

You ain't the hardest b***h

You just a p***y a*s motherf**ker starting s**t

I spark a blunt blow the smoke to the f**king breeze

Thinking how the f**k I get out of these f**king trees

Climbing up to the top to the f**king leaves

I can't even f**king 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