FACE IN THE SOIL

Lyrics

[Intro: Fukkit] Midnight, Fukkit Quicksand, ayy [Verse 1: Fukkit] Pull on yo' card so I see that you flopping My whole dick in no condom They leave it to me, I'ma piss on this bitch for the topic Ain't no pussy acknowledged They built with no honor, I'm hoping yo' people get slaughtered I put that on my father You stand on yo' lies and you thinking it making you taller Honestly, it's just awkward, look Hoe, what I told you? I will not console you No, I do not owe you, heat on me like coil I rise out the grave, see my face in the soil Yo' bitch, she ain't loyal, treat my dick so spoiled Nigga, bow down when he speaking to royalty Lo' and behold, it's yo' majesty so it seem I could've been anything so I chose to be me It's okay, you can't get that so go and sleep Doing what they cannot fathom, right in the camera Lean on me drip like it's mana She suck on my dick off a Xanax, but she still manage Droppin' my elbow, not dabbin' A star like I'm Patrick, not pulling no hat tricks I fuck like a rabid lil' rabbit on cabbage I move and cause damage, I disappoint parents I yell in yo' ear, leave no mark on my larynx Look, I'ma do this shit one fuckin' try All these niggas tryna be me, you are not, my guy All these niggas tryna be me, you are not I All these niggas tryna be me, they cannot decide, look [Bridge: Fukkit] Who am I? Who am I? Look Who am I? Who am I? Look Look at me, fuck on me You some faggot ass niggas for real Look at me, look at me, yuh Look at me, look at me, yuh Look at me, look at me, yuh Fuck on me, fuck on me, yuh [Interlude: Fukkit] Well boys, looks like I'm finally lighting up my last cigarette (Maybe we would like to feel) And then when I got home (Alone) I⁠— I opened the door (Huh?) And he was fucking dead on the floor, man (Quite fucking interesting) And I couldn't do shit [Verse 2: Kamiyada+ & Fukkit] Ayy, ayy, ayy (Bitch), yuh I am an animal Your hoe drinking my cum like a Danimal This is freaky my nigga, you had to know Tell yo' sister come through, she fanatical Hit a bowl with the dip like collateral Yo' hoe say that your dick not compatible Made her fold like a chair, she collapsible She don't love you no more, understandable I'm the actual king of the streets I pull up, you get hit with the heat Ain't no doja, my nigga, you sweet How you piss in the bed like you three? You would style on your boy, no deceit They gon' bitch and complain till you free A militia will saw off your knees Then come back as I piss on the tree, fuck with me