Lucifer Shwabadi (Ft. Cam Steady)

[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 they know my life
Talking shit when they go online
Walk to the kid and 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 ashes feeling likе a joker, baby
Joaquin Phoenix
Pop pop
Psycho mob
Keep it hunned, shoot your shot
Drop drop
Pussy god
Fall in lovе when you're on my cock
Like 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