Lyrics Who You? (feat. poubeller) - 30Xi

The hands get to clappin'
I'm bringing the static
Professional addict passed out on yo couch
Pills in my hand, xanax in my mouth
Bedroom be the sound room, bitch, fuck a booth
Bury you in mounds soon
Don't make a sound dude
Don't fuckin' move
Get laced like a new shoe
In yo head, bluetooth
Mufuckas fruit loops
RIP we never knew you
Who you?
Im one bad day away
From making this one my last
I don't fix i just complain
And ponder on my past (who am i?)
Bullet rip thru my brain
Prayer wont bring me back
I walk around with my blade
Run up in yo trap for the stash, wait
Run up on me, i'ma slash, ay
Black car Tracey Chap, yeah, go fast
I cry in the snow or the rain, ay
Take me back to days when i felt a lil sane
I could never ever settle for less, ay
Whole lotta pain in this mufuckin' chest
Burn a cigarette on my face, ay
Come outside, pussy boy, let's play
Bet you cry like a bitch when my blade in ya ribs
Bet she call me a prince when my dick hit her lips
30Xi cold, never fold, never switch
I got hoes on the phone tryna get a lil grip
I put blood on his dome, BoddieRoadBoys hit 'em
Pull up, no gun, we just give 'em incisions
Stabbed 'em for fun, threw his soul in the river
(We stabbed him for fun, threw his soul in the)
(AHHH)
Stabbed em for fun, threw they soul in the river
Pussy boy do 'eem like malcom in middle
Come take a stroll up inside of my mental
My bones keep breaking my body is brittle
Bad bitch wan' taste me like i was a skittle
I murder the pussy and catch an acquittal
Half of yall sentient, half artificial
The voices in my head keep can't keep shit civil
If all 'a my exes died that'd be beneficial
I'ma keep it simple, man i hate you hoes
Sacrificial lamb, love inside my hands
Heart got like half a million holes
I'm abysmal, i need pussy quickly
Pussy boy wont diss me
He be duckin' the smoke
.45 no Mitchell
Hit 'em with a missile
Hit 'em & his sister
Blade rippin' his throat!
The hands get to clappin'
I'm bringing the static
Professional addict passed out on yo couch
Pills in my hand, xanax in my mouth
Bedroom be the sound room, bitch, fuck a booth
Bury you in mounds soon
Don't make a sound dude
Don't fuckin' move
Get laced like a new shoe
In yo head, bluetooth
Mufuckas fruit loops
RIP we never knew you
Who you?
You don't want static, you bitch
Pull up and leave the scene bloody and real fucking tragic, you bitch
We draggin you, bitch
Watch as i laugh, overlappin' you, bitch
The message is clear, i'm a masochist
Butterfly blade, yeah it slash, it's attackin' yo wrist
Throat lookin sloppy, it's leakin' a bit
We pull up and we leak yo shit
Get 'ya whole camp hit! (BoddieRoadBoys)