Lucifer [Inoue-kun Remix]

Lyrics

[Hook: Shwabadi] Skip what you say I'mma drift out my lane Y'all are shit, all the same You're a bitch after fame I go solo Lucifer, no Chrollo Grip the collared polo My crew going postal [Verse 1: Shwabadi] Bitches think that they know my life Talking shit when they go online Walk to the kid then we throw on sight Forcing it big when they see that smile Like nah, I don't really feel that good I don't wanna go but I wish you would Little Frodo with the halfling wood Elijah boy, yes I wish you Wood Like, FUCK You don't want this feeling Grip the metal, turn to steelix Drop the clips, nanner peelings Watch them slip, nips revealing Soapy drip, my fit the cleanest So fly, trap like venus From the ashеs feeling like a joker, baby Joaquin Phoenix Pop pop Psycho mob Keep it hunnеd, shoot your shot Drop drop Pussy god Fall in love when you're on my cock Ay I don't wanna take that fall Ay Titan how I bust that wall Ay Tighter when I'm in that hole Ay Fuck it now I'm all alone Like misery Hanging over my head like a mezzanine Fantasy Only way that you and me's a family Kaneki I've been looking ghoulish and I'm panicky Tragedy Wrists red dripping with the grenadine [Hook 2: Shwabadi & Cam Steady] Skip what you say I'mma drift out my lane Y'all are shit, all the same You're a bitch after fame I go solo Lucifer, no Chrollo Grip the collared polo My crew going postal Skip what you say I'mma drift out my lane Y'all are shit, all the same You're a bitch after fame I go solo Lucifer, no Chrollo Grip the collared polo My crew going postal [Verse 2: Cam Steady] Crew goes postal that's big UPS This delivery enough To bring my team like NES TMNT you can't beat us And shwabadi he saw the beat And called on me to heat it up Cause cam he be miami beach With Tyler herro teeing up A three in clutch I'm eating bucks Like Giannis isn't keeping up I'm harder when I deke and dunk And wrap the rim I'm Carter's son You call me sir I'm Carter's son Like Jay Z fathered what've I done My super team's, In NYC Like Brooklyn be when KD's on Like shot shot Watch em drop Kobe knocking 81 RIP the mamba God ya put our city on the top I'm none stop Pass the rock Blend the genres jaws'll drop When they see what I'mma drop This whole industry is locked Like Victory Always seems to come to me it sits with me Listening To my tracks I think I'm making history No Mystery My numbers grow like germs when I refresh I'm needing Listerine And every time I spit, you get a hit from me [Hook 2: Shwabadi & Cam Steady] Skip what you say I'mma drift out my lane Y'all are shit, all the same You're a bitch after fame I go solo Lucifer, no Chrollo Grip the collared polo My crew going postal [Outro: Shwabadi] Skip what you say I'mma drift out my lane Y'all are shit, all the same You're a bitch after fame I go solo Lucifer, no Chrollo Grip the collared polo My crew going postal