(lil biscuit wants to die)

Aquafina, みず ぼと, adidas on my socks
Fall apart when I search anything
You're coming on the spot
Rolling anything you got
Twist the herb into a knot
Please don't bring your
Friends around 'cause
They be blowing up my spot
Switch lanes on the QEW
Just called you to say that I love you
Need time all alone so I dump you
Five grams in a blunt, like fuck you
Five blunts, twenty five in my basket
Fuck sleep, insomniatic habit
I think I'm feeling fantastic
Might fuck a bitch in my casket
Might fuck around and get spastic
Don't talk to me if you're plastic
Don't bother me while I'm rapping
Col' and guardin been trappin'
Harder than you in your Range Rover
How you got all that range though?

Might catch a body, so lay low
I've been making moves all damn day
Write a bar in my car about
The way that you stay replace, rechase
I smoke 'til I can't feel my face
Eye of the storm, I'm feeling so warm
And she let me cum on her face

Eye of the storm, I'm feeling so warm
And she let me cum on her face
Yeah, oh oh, yeah
Eye of the storm, I'm feeling so warm
And she let me cum on her face

I got all my gold-threaded backpack, yeah
I just made a million on the blackjack, yeah
Got me a gothic bitch and her nails match
Yeah
Pick her up quick in my new Cadillac, yeah
Take her back to the crib
Now she's taking this dick
'Cause we got us both lit
Colcaine, guardin the shit, ayy
I be lifing this live
I be wife-ing your bitch
I got ice on my wrist, I got ice on my wrist
To the poe I got no profit's
To my bro I am a prophet
I promise you'll never top
It, you got Yeezys, i'ma cop it
I'm stacking cash by mowing lawns
I'm racking points by fucking mom's outside
I am making bombs
My shawty she call me the Fonz