Split-Screen

Lyrics

[Intro: Louie Pastel] –Die (Who wanna die, who wanna–) [Chorus: Louie Pastel, Felix] We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out Bet you gon' fold under pressure lil' boy when them figures is out Fuck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my dick in her mouth? (Yuh) [Verse 1: Felix] In school I was made fun of For the way I talk my grammar I'm African like Bambaataa Bet they all love hearing me now Bet them same ones lovin' our sound Stayin' at home was a problem I was playin' games, wanna do albums Meanwhile my grades would suffer Ay, ay, ay, did that shit for a whole summer Now my parents thought that was a bummer And I might catch salmonella All this chickеn that I touch, raw And some women that I fucked, too raw Niggas wanna play a gamе, I saw Now there's blood all over these walls Ay, ay ay, in my past life, I was an otter Where I'd backstroke in that water Overseas, hey, pardon my manners This shit magic, part of my manner This swag deep steel like armor Got blues around my collar But I still feel I gotta work harder [Chorus: Louie Pastel] We had to take a lil' while with this shit, had to figure it out Bet you gon' fold under pressure lil' boy when them figures is out Fuck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my dick in her mouth? [Verse 2: Louie Pastel] Bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles, I fucked up my kidney You talkin' that bullshit, my nigga, my nigga, you cannot get rid' me I cannot fuck with them niggas no more, them niggas is iffy I do not fuck with 100 no more, better keep it 150, uh I had no roof over my head, don't believe in ceilings, huh Had to part his eyelids, niggas couldn't hear his feelin', huh Walked up in the buildin', had one hand up on my phallus, huh Walked up in the buildin', treat this bitch like it's my palace, huh Better come near me with good intentions, not no malice, huh Trust me, I know niggas that bang harder than a mallet, huh Give my bitch some shrooms and now she startin' to feel like Alice, huh Trippin' gon be easy just because she think I'm valid [Chorus: Louie Pastel] We had to take a lil' walk with this shit, had to figure it out Bet you gon' fold under pressure lil' boy when them figures is out Fuck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my dick in her mouth?