[Intro: DELIRIUM]
Yeah, I ain’t have a problem since, you left
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck (Dying Breed)
[Verse 1: DELIRIUM]
Bitch, I ain't had a problem since you left
Sayonara to your problems, all the bitchin' and the rest
Dying Breed, and I put that on my neck
Wrong stepping intervention with the bullet, leave them dead
Dead-step stepping, I'm a weapon, kill them all
Got my left wrist flicking, dropping embers on the floor
Watch them-, watch them-, watch them fall
Fuck them all, we gon' get this money fuck em' and we ball
Blood spilling, stack the ceiling with thе dead
I been in and out of moods that make me wanna turn thеm red
Never change, bitch, they know I always been the same
Red eyes on me, bitch, since before pre-K
Pants sag, blunt hang, from the bottom of my jaw
Everybody see the bands, bitch, they know I got more
Bitch, I'm aiming for they necks, you can't hide behind a vest
Smoke a kilo by the G until I cardiac arrest
[Verse 2: USBGOTH]
I been making so much money since you left
Got my 'ganic out manic, I take too many fucking meds, bitch
Back up in my DMs, yeah, I put that shit to rest, quick
Last of a dying breed, all the other goats is dead
Yeah, we fucked up, I roll around the city at 300 for the drop off
That boy soft, yuh, ayy, this a laptop
And you should probably think before you speak
Go get yo' cash up, yo' bag dropped
Fuck, what the fuck?
You couldn't even tell me what the fuck you really want
Fold, click and I let that shit bark bitch
Anytime you see me on the street, you get a lozenge
Make your throat hurt, smoke work, active when we toke terp
Telling me yo' girl is fuckin' into me, don't know her
Smoker, you talk a lot of fuckin' shit for lonely polar fuckin' bitch
You want two halves? I'll get it split, you run and dip
Yeah, I ain’t have a problem since, you left
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck (Dying Breed)
[Verse 1: DELIRIUM]
Bitch, I ain't had a problem since you left
Sayonara to your problems, all the bitchin' and the rest
Dying Breed, and I put that on my neck
Wrong stepping intervention with the bullet, leave them dead
Dead-step stepping, I'm a weapon, kill them all
Got my left wrist flicking, dropping embers on the floor
Watch them-, watch them-, watch them fall
Fuck them all, we gon' get this money fuck em' and we ball
Blood spilling, stack the ceiling with thе dead
I been in and out of moods that make me wanna turn thеm red
Never change, bitch, they know I always been the same
Red eyes on me, bitch, since before pre-K
Pants sag, blunt hang, from the bottom of my jaw
Everybody see the bands, bitch, they know I got more
Bitch, I'm aiming for they necks, you can't hide behind a vest
Smoke a kilo by the G until I cardiac arrest
[Verse 2: USBGOTH]
I been making so much money since you left
Got my 'ganic out manic, I take too many fucking meds, bitch
Back up in my DMs, yeah, I put that shit to rest, quick
Last of a dying breed, all the other goats is dead
Yeah, we fucked up, I roll around the city at 300 for the drop off
That boy soft, yuh, ayy, this a laptop
And you should probably think before you speak
Go get yo' cash up, yo' bag dropped
Fuck, what the fuck?
You couldn't even tell me what the fuck you really want
Fold, click and I let that shit bark bitch
Anytime you see me on the street, you get a lozenge
Make your throat hurt, smoke work, active when we toke terp
Telling me yo' girl is fuckin' into me, don't know her
Smoker, you talk a lot of fuckin' shit for lonely polar fuckin' bitch
You want two halves? I'll get it split, you run and dip
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