scratch his face up BASQUIAT

Lyrics

[Chorus] Scratch his face up (Hello), Basquiat They want me to give a fuck (Yeah, how are you?), I'd rather die (Yeah) I might tell a joke (I'm good, how are you?), but I won't tell a lie (Yeah) And these boys soft, they hella ticked (And these boys soft, they hella ticked off; Yeah) [Verse] You don't know how I feel (I'm good, how are you?), get out (Get out) Harmony Korine, he lost the plot (I'm good, how are you?), boy (Oh yeah) I'm like, "Fuck them," (I'm not feeling too good, are you?) need a sextoy (Yeah) When they fall off they go to plaqueboy' (I'm feeling good, and you?; Yeah) Really schizophrenic, man, I'm paranoid (I'm feeling good, and you?; Scratch his face up) (I'm not good) Scratch his face up (I'm not good), Basquiat (Scratch his face up) Nigga, I scratch his face up, uh (I'm not good), yeah (Scratch his face up; Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Motherfuckin' awesome (Ah yeah) Put his heart on his sleeve (I got the new drip), what it cost him? (Yeah) Put his heart on his sleeve (Niggas' on new drip), what it cost him? (Yeah) Comme des Garçons, fuck the fashion, the models (Yeah) So many drugs right here, ayy (Fuck the models), let me top them I'm a lonely bitch 'til the sun down (I'm fucking the models; Yeah) Baby, don't be scared, let's have fun now (I'm good, okay) Red all in my seat, bloodbath (Yeah) I'm like, "Fuck them," (I don't fuck with them) by my lonely (I don't fuck with them) Nigga, shut up, you don't know me (Yeah) I don't fuck with them (Are you okay?), not my homie (Yeah) They wanna fuck with me, no Diddy (Yeah) Talking 'bout, "Real biz'," (Are you okay?) nigga in New York City (Yeah) I'm not Yachty, you're not Carti, I'm not Sybyr (Yeah; I'm not okay) [Bridge] Got a bad bitch right on Rodeo, yeah, yeah Got a bad bitch right on Rodeo, yeah, yeah Scratch his face up, Basquiat (You good?) Y'all boys don't want no end now Skeletrix, Basquiat (You good?) Go to hell, then I'll rez ya Got a bad bitch right on Rodeo, yeah, yeah Got a bad bitch right on Rodeo, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Scratch his face up (Hello), Basquiat They want me to give a fuck (Yeah, how are you?), I'd rather die (Yeah) I might tell a joke (I'm good, how are you?), but I won't tell a lie (Yeah) And these boys soft, they hella ticked (And these boys soft, they hella ticked off; Yeah) [Outro] Man, fuck this rap shit, uh, yeah Got a bad bitch right on Rodeo (I'm good, how are you?), yeah Got a bad bitch right on Rodeo (I'm not feeling too good, are you?) (I'm feeling good, and you?) Yeah (I'm feeling good, and you?) Scratch his face up (I'm not good, I'm not good) Scratch his face up (I'm not good) Scratch his face up