Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Piss , by - Death Plus. Song from the album Garden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project Infinite
Song language: English
Piss |
| I hit the dope two time, take the stress off my mind |
| I hit the coast, and I ride, coming 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 6, 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 'till 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 |