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And then the smoke got me All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine I can't feel no pain, no, I can't feel no pain Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings I was 15, ridin' with that blicky, yeah If I die today, I wonder, will they miss me? Turn to a demon with that fire, 100 shells in the street, huh It's 100 shells in the street It's 100 shells in the street It's 100 shells in the street Yeah, Dracs and .223's, sweep him off his feet Get that pack from overseas, trap, trap gon' beat I got it on me, that MAC in my jeans I got it on me, that MAC in my jeans What you smell on my breath? Pure promethazine And you can do what you want when you poppin' when you a lil' nigga like me Yeah, booted up, geeked, huh Lil' bitch on fleek All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine I can't feel no pain, no, I can't feel no pain Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings I was 15, ridin' with that blicky, yeah If I die today, I wonder, will they miss me? Turn to a demon with that fire, 100 shells in the street, huh It's 100 shells in the street .223's and Dracos, MAC-11's, lay low Hollow tips rip through you and give your ass a halo She say she like the way that a young nigga be drippin' I'm shootin' at your top, I don't check you with good precision Have your body in the casket leakin' bodily fluids Don't fuck 'round with my killers, yeah, we all goin' stupid You say you with it, well, I'm with it too If I die today, would you miss me? If I die today, would you miss me? What if I'm in my casket, girl? Would you kiss me? You do it, would you do it? Have your body in the casket leakin' bodily fluids All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine (Novocaine) I can't feel no pain, no, I can't feel no pain (No pain) Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings (Spread my wings) I was 15, ridin' with that blicky, yeah (With the blicky) If I die today, I wonder would they miss me? (Would they miss me?) Turn to a demon with that fire, 100 shells in the street, huh (100 shells in the fucking street) It's 100 shells in the street 100 shells in the street, Melly, baby Yung Bans, runnin' up them Benjamins, gettin' to them bands Hollow tips and shit, won't do no hands Man, y'all already know who it is, man This your boy YNW Melly, bitch, I'm gon' be out of here Shout out to all my fans, man Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way until my dying days Straight like that, you know what I'm saying?
Writer(s): Ryan Vojtesak, Darian Joshua Garcia, Brandon Afflick, Vas Coleman, Jamell Demons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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