and you can go with me.

(álbum: KILL YOURSELF - 2018)

Yuh, ayy, Darkie

I'ma dip and do the dash, I been ripping through this cash
I been tripping off that bag, I been living off that cab
Money running through my mind, got that weed of every kind
I'ma pull up to the spot, I be dropping off that pot
Got a pickup, I be moving it, got an eight and I might Cuban it
Got a O and I'm abusing it, got a P and I be choosing it
Got purple in my pack, money pile and it stack
Shadow moving through the street, I be running on repeat
I be running on my feet, I be running on my feet
I be running on my feet, I be running on my feet
Can't sit down (Yeah)
I just be moving like I was a Looney Tune and I was writ down (Okay)
I had to get a job, had to get a spot, had to leave town
Now I'm living on the ground, getting all around, getting money (Yuh, yuh)
Just to give it back, just enjoy the fact LA's sunny (Yuh, yuh)
Friends go with me, they know with me, my brain is runny (Yuh, yuh)
But they roll with me, we know CDs and the bass funny (Yuh, yuh)
On the phone with me, you know I don't got a lot of time (Nah, nah)
I be working out, it's working out
Got a lotta rhymes and I'll botch your rhymes and now I don't bat one eye
I been on this lonely road, I'ma walk until I die
I'm on the move, that is my answer why
I don't make no friends, either you tribe or you die

I'm on that OG and it kill
I will leave you and your heart will never heal
Smoke that dro up in the hills, the baggy feel
Now the same kids only have me run them pills

We are so broke, I'm on the move (Yeah)
Money don't sit in one place if you grooving
Investing in music, my time and my dead man
Get out my bed then I work
They always taking my money, it hurt
Put that on my shirt, might end up like Kurt
No Ernie and Burt 'cause I'm solo, I can't be inert
Vehicle rolling, the fire, it burns
I'm fully emerged, I feel like the verge
Please come with me, come and be free
I just like running, it's fun to the beat
I just like running, it's fun for my feet
You want some fun? Put your tongue on my sheet (Let it eat, pa-pa)

Chopper, the chopper the fix
Counting the bricks, hitting a million licks
Out of the bullet, it sticks
Out of the bullet, it bounce into your ounce
Look at your weed on the floor
Watching it pour, I be smoking it thought
I hit the button and go
I'm never fronting the ho, give me the dough
Like my whip-whip-whip with a bit-bit-bit, bun in her sticky shit
Morty and Rick-Rick-Rick, ain't it nifty? Shit, hit a lick-lick-lick right quick
I'm gonna break that bitch, I'ma break that bitch, slit with that [?]
I'ma hit it quick-quick-quick, gotta find that fit
I don't wanna get a bit that shit again

Ooh, I don't wanna get a bit that shit again
Ooh, ooh, ooh, eh, eh
(Yeah, hahaha)