RESUMEN

LETRAS

Presentada en

Escucha Ethernet de wifisfuneral
ALBUMEthernetwifisfuneral
Escucha Thelabcook: The Producers en colaboración con wifisfuneral
PLAYLISTThelabcook: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop/Rap International
Escucha RONNY J: The Producers en colaboración con wifisfuneral
PLAYLISTRONNY J: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop/Rap International

Canciones más populares de wifisfuneral

Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
wifisfuneral
wifisfuneral
Künstler:in
UnoTheActivist
UnoTheActivist
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isaih Rivera
Isaih Rivera
Komponist:in
Alfred Lanahan
Alfred Lanahan
Komponist:in
Troy Lane
Troy Lane
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nuez
Nuez
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Start back, I remember why I do this shit
Run away from you but that's as honest as I get
Could you tell the truth without a knife up to your neck?
Don't mind me withdrawlin' baby, this me at my best
Wake up drenched in sweat, this shit I regret
This shit I regret but I did shit I regret
All these lights keep on fuckin' movin'
I'll be silent, dyin' for amusement
[Verse 2]
Hold up, I'll be frontin', geekin' lookin' stupid
Hold up, I'll be frontin', geekin' lookin' stupid
Save me, just save me
Your main ho wanna rape me
Can't trust those hoes no more
'Cause **** wanna jeopardize my safety
Gothic bitch, on her witch shit she tryna hex me
Burn her spirits, slowly, like bitch
You cannot just check, be a dead man
Stay right by my side and we'll be reck shit
Check this, Smith and Wesson's
We love testin', I'm reckless
I need a fix quick, get out my mentions
I'm fiendin' blood leakin'
Up in my Johnson while she screamin'
She just want semen before I nod off
She wanna dance with the demons
I don't do Salsa
I'm creepin', my pistol creepin'
Might blow her socks off
She teethin', lil' baby teethin'
Give her ice to suck on
[Verse 3]
Start back, I remember why I do this shit
Run away from you but that's as honest as I get
Could you tell the truth without a knife up to your neck?
Don't mind me withdrawlin' baby, this me at my best
Wake up drenched in sweat, this shit I regret
This shit I regret but I did shit I regret
All these lights, keep on fuckin' movin'
I'll be silent, dyin' for amusement
[Verse 4]
Had to talk with the demons
Had a Glock for the seasons
Call me dawg, barely breathin'
Blood in the air, don't breathe it
Better practice what you're preaching
I'm all blessed up like the deacon
Tryin' to find a way to lock in
Saw someone and I'm weavin'
Yeah I'm bobbin' and I'm weavin'
Pop him right in the back
Watch the bullets pop out the chest like Gleesh
Just to show him my allegiance
Nah nah, I don't serve anyone
Only serve out beans
Only serve out good dope
To the aunties that need it
Something fishy goin' on right now
I smell it, don't like you
Every time there's a full moon now
I turn to a light yeah
Or maybe they are the likeness
'Cause everything I do they bite it
But nowadays I don't feel the pain
Like I'm just gonna do Vicodin
[Verse 5]
Start back, I remember why I do this shit
Run away from you but that's as honest as I get
Could you tell the truth without a knife up to your neck?
Don't mind me withdrawin' baby, this me at my best
Wake up drenched in sweat, this shit I regret
This shit I regret, but I did shit I regret
All these lights keep on fuckin' movin'
I'll be silent, dyin' for amusement
Written by: Alfred Lanahan, Isaih Rivera, Troy Lane

Pie de página de Shazam

Seleccionar idioma:

Corporativo

Atribuciones legales

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Síguenos

© Copyright 2025 Apple Inc. y afiliadas | Responsabilidad del proveedor
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out