Black Cøat

Think about a knife slowly cutting your throat Later think about a girl slowly putting on your coat Lipstick on her lips, holy shit she glows Later think about you dancing but you stepping on her toes Now realize that all this happens in the fucking dream All this hoes and all this blood you drink it fast like it's some lean Why you texting me if you dont wanna text Why you talking shit? Bitch put me to the test I'm like, (shit) no stress ay, (shit) god bless ay (Shit) They always want more and leaving less Chocolate, crisp cookies looking faded watching movies Weak body, looking bloody, dark waters they're too muddy Fuck with the boss, come too close get rekt like hoes Oreos, rate them hoes than plan your shows Rick Ross, they sniff this shit they overdose Less More's, holy shit yes it snows Pop them pop them thangs rover range yeah Keep it keep it low, trynna change ay Stoner stoned? Lotta blame Oh we fucked you up? What a shame Why you trynna act? Can't do non Talking with them fakes now I hear a ringing phone Riding in that Benz, now it's gone Talking all that shit after few shots bitch you're done White on white, boy I'm bringing styles I be running like that a 100 miles Nah I ain't talking miles bitch, I'm talking days Boy you doing wrong you supossed to change your ways Flexing with them chains, it's all about the brain You ain't trying to give all you do is fucking gain Think you know the pain? Feeling like it's rain Nah bitch it's all the steps you've taken out of lane Miss me with this shit cause I be getting lit yeah Searching for that real like I'm running throught the wheat yeah Bottles popping hard, yeah boy I'm serving heat Upstairs we getting high, downstairs you go to sleep