Caspr, Moh Baretta, Lite Fortunato - dead silence lyrics
[Caspr, Moh Baretta, Lite Fortunato - dead silence lyrics]
Stepping on dirty drugs in designer kicks
Bitch, I moved to a different environment
I swear I fell in love with the
Pills when I tried this shit
My life is a I think that I'm liking it
She want the Tec with the Wock, she picky
Smoking on dope, riding through the city
She taste a pill every time she kiss me
Smoking on dope, I been getting dizzy
Racks on my own
He try to copy the swag he a clone
I'm getting dizzy, I'm smoking on dope
Too high but I'm ready to go
I'm might go flex up for no reason
On me when I'm switching the seasons
I bet you I run up a check by the evening
And I'm smoking exotic changing
Up the climate and I got some revenue
Off serving the clients
I play with the guap and
She play with her nose
That 223 knock a lil boy off his toes
Out of the door
In the trenches with sandals
Baby I'm the Pope
That glick got attachments
It came with a scope
She got too attached I had to let that hoe go
And I do the whole dash in the Vette
I go ghost i might go Roberto Cavalli my
My bitch a she should be in Vogue
I get that bag and ship that pack on the low
I go cross the country, you work at Lowe's
Pedicure, manicure, pay for her toes
I got the bitches they came with the
I'm off the pills, they can't leave me alone
And I'm smoking, this ain't regular dope
I'm just tryna get rich and I'm tryna get low
And I'm tired of this bitch
I told her "Go home"
Don't even think bout the break put
My foot on the gas
High on prescription, I think I'm a crash
Medication I'm a sip
I'm different, no I'm not a regular kid
Bloody nose, I got blood on my wrist
Said she only taste the pill when we kiss
All I know is that I'm with a demon
I'm a drug, I make you fiend for a kiss
Real swag, I might leave with his bitch
Got one rack, that I spent on my kicks
Can't get your love back
So she throwing a fit
I'm a Rugrat, but she know I'm the kid
Pills don't have to make me leave
Pills in my nose gon' make me bleed
I get up and I can't speak
My bitch is exotic, can't fuck with a treesh
I don't see you and don't see what you mean
You talking a lot, I don't know what it mean
And it don't mean a lot to me
So baby I gotta leave
Bitch, I moved to a different environment
I swear I fell in love with the
Pills when I tried this shit
My life is a I think that I'm liking it
She want the Tec with the Wock, she picky
Smoking on dope, riding through the city
She taste a pill every time she kiss me
Smoking on dope, I been getting dizzy
Racks on my own
He try to copy the swag he a clone
I'm getting dizzy, I'm smoking on dope
Too high but I'm ready to go
I'm might go flex up for no reason
On me when I'm switching the seasons
I bet you I run up a check by the evening
And I'm smoking exotic changing
Up the climate and I got some revenue
Off serving the clients
I play with the guap and
She play with her nose
That 223 knock a lil boy off his toes
Out of the door
In the trenches with sandals
Baby I'm the Pope
That glick got attachments
It came with a scope
She got too attached I had to let that hoe go
And I do the whole dash in the Vette
I go ghost i might go Roberto Cavalli my
My bitch a she should be in Vogue
I get that bag and ship that pack on the low
I go cross the country, you work at Lowe's
Pedicure, manicure, pay for her toes
I got the bitches they came with the
I'm off the pills, they can't leave me alone
And I'm smoking, this ain't regular dope
I'm just tryna get rich and I'm tryna get low
And I'm tired of this bitch
I told her "Go home"
Don't even think bout the break put
My foot on the gas
High on prescription, I think I'm a crash
Medication I'm a sip
I'm different, no I'm not a regular kid
Bloody nose, I got blood on my wrist
Said she only taste the pill when we kiss
All I know is that I'm with a demon
I'm a drug, I make you fiend for a kiss
Real swag, I might leave with his bitch
Got one rack, that I spent on my kicks
Can't get your love back
So she throwing a fit
I'm a Rugrat, but she know I'm the kid
Pills don't have to make me leave
Pills in my nose gon' make me bleed
I get up and I can't speak
My bitch is exotic, can't fuck with a treesh
I don't see you and don't see what you mean
You talking a lot, I don't know what it mean
And it don't mean a lot to me
So baby I gotta leave