Aaron Cohen, Jarren Benton - Bloodshot lyrics

Tell the whole world get off my dick
Like I don't know any better
Tell the whole world to bump my shit, fuck
You didn't know any better
Fit six in the back of the whip
Like we ain't know any better
That's from the rip
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
In the back of the whip
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better

Little homie, you not on my level
I hang with the gods and bang with the devil
I bury em' all pass me the shovel
I piss on your grave then dance on the rubble
Then hop in the whip, looking for trouble


Been stirring the pot, now watch me bubble
Been moving a lot, can't fuck with the hustle
If she giving top, make that whopper a double
I said bring a friend
She told me I'm scandalous
I told her nah, I'm polyamorous
Scream at the box like I'm televangelist
Fuck me to death, then call me ambulance
Pop a viagra, I think I can handle this
She smoke the cannabis
Stoned like a amythest
Sipping the syrup, like she was from Canada
We going in, put down the camera

Tell the whole world get off my dick
Like I don't know any better
Tell the whole world to bump my shit, fuck
You didn't know any better
Fit six in the back of the whip
Like we ain't know any better
That's from the rip
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
In the back of the whip
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better

I tell the fuck niggas, stop jocking my shit
Skrrrt, I pull up, hop out with the stick
That pussy so good, can't pull out this bitch
You talk too much girl
Put your mouth on my dick
It's eastside eastside
Yeah the south in this bitch
I'm gone off that dope
So I slouch in the six
The feds got that boy in
The house with the bricks
That nigga a snitch he was out by the fifth
Bagged on the first
Put him back in the hearst
The code of the streets
Swear these black niggas cursed
The bully my boy leave
These black niggas murked
I'm old dog from menace
Might clap at the clerk
Old boy bout the cheddar
The four by the dresser
I'm paranoid, I feel a whole lot of pressure
These bitches smell money
These niggas gon test
Ya, no more fucks to give
I don't know any better

Tell the whole world get off my dick
Like I don't know any better
Tell the whole world to bump my shit, fuck
You didn't know any better
Fit six in the back of the whip
Like we ain't know any better
That's from the rip
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better
In the back of the whip
Like we don't know any better
Like we don't know any better

Should have been a doctor
Should have been a lawyer
Should have went to Georgetown
Should have been a Hoya
Should have got a good job
From a decent employer
Now you out in Queens, eating ramen
Stacking Goya
These rappers won't tell the truth
I'll do it for ya
You ain't got no haters, that's just paranoia
Whole style jacked son, so Latoya
Win Oscars for acting, De la Hoya
Your girl say my name like Inigo Montoya
Call her line, I bet she ignore ya
Not Drake, I don't need to control her
No Bodega, but I thought that I told ya
I'm a motherfucking soldier
Hand on the holster
Heart grew colder as I got older
Devil on my shoulder looked me in the face
Told me I'm taking over