PaRAn01D

Lyrics

[Intro] Hoes back to back, why I don't beat my meat Bitch, I rock beauty:beast, I rock Hysteric tees Pass a bad bitch to me, fuck her good, make her cream I can't pass her to you, you give hoes STD's Niggas- HI-C TOUCHDOWN in this bitch, man L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape, man (Bloodbath) Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go, go (L3-L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape) [Verse] I put blood in my blunt, this shit got me paranoid Saw a demon in my dreams, I can still hear his voice I just make one call, and them vamps get deployed Send a sheet through the mail, yeah, them stamps get deployed Hi-C too juiced up, I'm not talkin' steroids Pop a pill in the mall like a fuckin' Altoid All these hoes on my dick, it's so hard to avoid Supercharged GT, engine make a lot of noise 240SX, that's my brand new toy Five hunnid HP, that shit make a lot of noise I was geeked in the mall, shoppin' on opioids Fuckin' hoes back to back, that's the shit I enjoy Hit the mall with them racks, that's the shit I enjoy Hollow tips in my strap, bullets fly, asteroids Two revolvers on my jeans, choppa seek and destroy Burn his ass to a crisp, send his soul to the void (Fuck you) And I got a rich bitch, give me head in Rolls Royce RX7 convoy, with like ten shroomie P's In the malls, Saks Fifth, I was wearin' Prada wings And we spent ten a piece, made it back the same week 'Member back in the days, sellin' sheet after sheet You gon' pay a nigga racks just to talk on a beat Lil' bro, these roarguns, these is not Truey jeans I rock Off-White sneaks, I rock Chrome Hearts sleeves I got Prada's on my feet, now these hoes proud of me In that V12 Scat, switchin' lanes, tires screech Niggas want beef with me, but they talk to police Bitch, my belt Louis V, yeah, my hat double C I fuck hoes back to back, why I don't beat my meat Bitch, I rock beauty:beast, I rock Hysteric tees Pass a bad bitch to me, fuck her good, make her cream I can't pass her to you, you give hoes STD's Niggas left me for dead, but you sow what you reap Got a chop' with a scope, sweep your ass off your feet Pretty boy Hi-C, fucked the girl of your dreams But I can't love a ho, bitch, I'm still pushin' P Pushin' supercharged dash, 500 GT Or I'm pushin' gold caps, and them double stacked beans Niggas pushin' thirty tryna fuck on a teen Got exposed on the 'Gram, whole world know you a creep Hot bars, hot flames, five hundred degrees Hi-C strong and you weak, boy, you soft and you sweet Bloody knuckle spikes, nigga, I'll make you bleed Supercharged GT crawlin' like a centipede Call your main bitch up, she a certified freak Hi-C, I got hoes, from the West to the East From the North to the South, I got girls goin' wild Hit your bitch from the back, and I bust on her mouth Nigga, I don't wife hoes, I just slut bitches out I just smut bitches out, then I kick bitches out I just fucked your main bitch, damn I know that you sick Nigga splurged on them Ricks, now you can't pay your rent Hi-C got gold dick, give your main bitch a fix I don't got a big dick, give your main bitch that shrimp I got K by the gram, give your main bitch a sniff Four stems to the face, I been geeked ever since [Outro] (Blood, darkness, come unto me) (This is too easy)