kill me

Lyrics

[Intro: dreamnote & histarkey] Why is sol in VC alone? We tryna hop in there? I'm recording, bro Yeah, yeah, no, I'm gonna like— soon, soon, soon (Bet, bet, bet, bet) But not, like, right away, but soon. Like, I'm talking, [?]— what are you— what beat are you recording on? I'm recording on this shit for, uh, a EP I'm doing Bro, you're doing an EP? Bro, that better be, uh— bro— Bro, I'm not— bro, I'm, like, three songs in, bro, I gotta show you Let's go [Chorus] I'm makin racks, you feel me? I prayin' to God that dis Perc won't kill me (Ha) Stack money to the ceiling Perc kicked in, I can feel it (Ha) Your bitch want my riches (Ha) All of y'all being bitches She want love, it ain't fix her I'm gettin' high offa' big gas (Yeah) [Verse] Your bitch been on me since I walked in No, you can't spin on me if you wanted Why you even talking? (Yeah) Big ass pockets Yeah, I just hope that a Glock fit You better hope that I don't spin I better hope that I don't miss (Yeah) I got him boxed in He wanna talk, finna box him I got this bitch poppin' He could not handle the moshpit Yeah, I can't stand when she talkin' I cannot stand with the comments Yeah, I cannot hang with the commons Yeah, I really feel like a martian (Ha) Beatin' it up I walk in, and she eatin' it up I take a bean, geeked up I-I take a bean, geeked up I sip lean too much Two, three cups, big gulp I needa chill wit' the bitcrush I needa chill wit' the bitcrush (Hahahaha, fuck) [Chorus] I'm makin racks, you feel me? I prayin' to God that dis Perc won't kill me (Ha) Stack money to the ceiling Perc kicked in, I can feel it (Ha) Your bitch want my riches (Ha) All of y'all being bitches She want love, it ain't fix her I'm gettin' high offa' big gas [Outro] I'm gettin' high offa' big gas (Resonating!) I'm gettin' high offa' big gas I'm gettin' high offa' big gas I'm gettin' high offa' big gas