Malice@doll

Lyrics

[Hook] Shop 'til I drop, I don't care, I just buy it Shopping sprees, everything on me high-end Japanese, Number (N)ine my attire (Heaven or Hell) Put a blade on the chop, Michael Myers (Let's rock) Yeah, yung hi c, man (Offer your soul) Yeah, oh (There's no turning back) Yeah, Hi-C Touchdown, bitch Yeah Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids (Hello, hello, hello, Hi-C Touchdown, bitch, feel me) [Verse] Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids (Bloodbath) Hi-Tech splash in the Sprite, got me violent Stars in the watch and the chain and they vibrant Vampire night, double cup, blood inside it Stars in the watch and they shining the brightest Stars in the chain and they flash just like lightning Bitch took a look at my neck and was blinded Can't fuck that bitch if that bitch not the finest Cursed, I might swerve through these hoes like Poseidon Shrooms by the pound, they the same color, violets Eighth of the shrooms make me feel so enlightened Peek on the shrooms, now I'm third eye, Osiris Stars in the belt and they shine like Orion Back of the club with a bad bitch beside him Deuce of the lean in the sprite, I combine it Bitch get her knees, give me brain like a psychic Top hella good, understood the assignment Bitch eat the dick 'til she choke, need to Heimlich Gas have my bitch brainwashed, Jedi mind tricks Can't trust a bitch 'cause these hoes so conniving Car drive itself, I'm too fucked up to drive it Push-start the whip, gettin' head while I'm driving Chop with a sight, this the same shit from Skyrim Chop fill his chest full of holes, baseball size-ish Shop 'til I drop, I don't care, I just buy it (Okay) Shopping sprees, everything on the high-end (Okay) Japanese, Number (N)ine my attire (Okay) Put a blade on the chop, Michael Myers I don't think you can get high as I is Took a blunt and I filled it with spices Put a scope on my chop and I snipe them Twin Glocks, shoot it out, Time Crisis Malice doll, tits and ass made of plastic Bentley truck, and it crawl like arachnid Hi-C been getting guap from his tactics Lil' bro, you is not in my bracket Gel tabs, hell yeah, bitch, I'm taxing Everything that I rock is high fashion Every bitch that I fuck above average Stretched her out like she Mr. Fantastic, bitch [Outro] Yung hi c, man Hi-C Touchdown, my nigga, you already know, bitch Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids (Blood, darkness, come unto me)