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nosleep - killeddy lyrics

[verse 1]
f*ck love i need e*pills
i’m not walking out the lab till i stack thirteen mil
they’ll sign me for just 100 grand f*ck that cheap deal
i never felt a f*cking thing girl i’im being real

whole day on the road and i’m high as a blimp
d*ck in your bit now she walks with a limp
brodie murked him ’cause he’s off of the sh*ts
’cause he thought that he ran off with a zip
spotify check blow it all on fits
then i double up that sh*t
don’t like me you can run my fade
otherwise stay the f*ck out my face

walked in all eyes on me but where in the f*ck is the love
talking sh*t who the f*cks he beat in his sh*t till he slumped
says she loves me when we f*ck so she is not one i can trust
roll up 5 grams in this blunt, b*tch, i just wanna be numb

it is what it is
b*tch, it is what it is
get a bag but fumble a b*tch
cookie bag smoke out the zip
off the x throwing a fit
hit your head until it splits
all this bread i see comin’ in
i’m depressed barely wanna live
on the road for the shows i’m traveling
this ain’t pokemon they will not battle me
punch in his f*cking head till its rattling
off the horse drugs she’s gna saddle me
i don’t need a new love i need mils
looking at me like she wants to chill
she’s just a cheap thrill
won’t sign a cheap deal

they’re eyeing me still
why are you switching up?
i thought that we were chill
ya girls in my bed takin’ a be real
it’s now 5 am i’m off the bean still
i’m in the cut and everyone is watching

i hit the blunt then i’m comfortable
she’s telling me, i’m unlovable
off the acid, i’m dysfunctional
beat you until your dysfunctional
you know before then i f*cked with you
but i know you don’t really f*ck with me
i don’t know why they keep talking ’bout me like i’m sweet
watching every f*ckin’ move but they don’t keep it discreet
everybodys got my d*ck in their mouth but wheres the love
my hoodie cost me 400 but to me thats just a dub
put a b*tch in some bape bet she’ll come g to f*ck
b*tch, i’m up
b*tch, im up off the x
why are you in the way?
i’ll get you slumped thruogh a text
b*tch g give me some more time
i’ll have the bros stackin’ bread
check my phone 6 am b*tch i don’t ever rest

b*tch i won’t ever rest
put my whole d*ck and b*lls in this beat
all my brodies evolving with me
saw me on the road she’s stalking me
ralan styles is a pedophile
i do not have hoes i have motion
i want penthouse by the ocean
gx*1000 my clothing

i’ll run up and ’cause commotion if you keep on talking sh*t
why does she want my d*ck up in her esoupbagus?
is it me or the racks and how they just keep on coming?
my bro starting to act suspect i’ll have to cut off the jit
punch his sh*t and stomp his sh*t if he becomes a problem
mickey d’s with these qps, yeah, i copped ’em

ayy, smoking blunts with the grabba in it
on the road cutting up like were on a mission
[chorus]
i just did a show then i did another show
half pound of runtz and you know i got it for the low
eyes low as f*ck i’ma cover it in f*ckin’ dros
money coming in i watch everybody come and go

all alone strung out didn’t need a soul
i ran it up now still don’t need a soul
i got ounces of the runtz all i needs a bowl
shrooms in the tank i’m tryna see ’em grow

i just beat his ass he needs an uber home
acting nuts i had to walk up and neuter bro
shutting down the cut every time i do a show

[verse 2]
they say i’m famous on the lowkey
they talk about but won’t approach me
they’re corny i think that it’s od
i’m in the cut and i’m smokin’ the fattest
i’ll talk my sh*t in your face off the acid
try and touch me i’ma get b*tch slapping
she on my c*ck doing gymnastics
your going out the saddest
i’m not uzi i don’t need a new patek
i just need a new b*tch i’ve had it

off the tab for like 15 hours
she’s always peeping my stories within the hour
took your b*tch to my crib, i feel like bowser
f*ck gonna but that p*ssy got power
try me like i’m sweet this sh*t can get sour
i’ll turn your face into the twin towers
b*tch on me she’s getting devoured
better call saul p*ssy your howard
i do not like coke powder
coming down off the acid after 16 hours

[chorus]
i just did a show then i did another show
half pound of runtz and you know i got it for the low
eyes low as f*ck i’ma cover it in f*ckin’ dros
money coming in i watch everybody come and go

all alone strung out didn’t need a soul
i ran it up now still don’t need a soul
i got ounces of the runtz all i needs a bowl
shrooms in the tank i’m tryna see ’em grow

i just beat his ass he needs an uber home
acting nuts i had to walk up and neuter bro
shutting down the cut every time i do a show

- killeddy lyrics

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