Lyrics ᗪIᖇTIE$T$Oᗪᗩ (feat. LIL LUCIFER) - $wayzeKobain

Yo lil flirty hoe
She keep twerkin up on me
She be servin that dope
While she be workin that pole
Still a worthless cunt, bitch, lil dirty hoe
She drop like 30 oz up in my Dirty$oda

Dont try workin me bro, gon make me hurt ya homie's hoe
I dick her down we dont docie doe, no
But im dipping out and den dosin doe
Dis dirty dope im serving dawg
Deserving dough, deserted doe
They just made this shit real personal
My persona performed
That perc popper, purp pourer
Purse robber, the worse one
Wicked, wanta wreck a whore
Cock, then poppin that pump
If you talking that stuff
Wanna act tough, but you not no actor
I got that automatic, that for yo holla back girl
Do you wanna trap? Trust, yo shit not gon add up
Pop the top, no cap, cuz, spoteem got that bastard
On God broski got that motherfucking gat tucked
If yo woman act up ima toss her back to you
Think she on the rag, what? I dont want ass, yuck
Got alotta cash, yup, but aint an autograph one
I'm the masked mugger, smitten, smited, spaz spun
I slash and gut the last gar
That hashish huffer, that harsh
Ashin blunts, spit, spat, spar
Sluts slit slash it subpar
Spinal tap, stung, scabbed up
We smile and laugh, yup, damn son, that's at ya
Me crying motherfucking laughing, dummy
We got tears of happiness
MIght even sight me dancing bruh
Pissin on them piles of ash and soot
I'm hypnotizing like half of ya
They info finding, thats whats up
Strike that match, and catch a buzz
Life it shatters, just like a bulb, and
I might harrass a fine lil slut

Like relax, revival comes
I'm electrifying as fuck
My lips are lightning, and thunder
Forrest fires, flash floods
Avalanche, it aint no happenstance, and thats a fact, bruh
I rack them bands, and lack love
My last lust look lackluster
Smacked that slut, bitch, back up
Whore ya get slapped up
I'm pragmatic, and practical
Yo ass backwards, just like a hoe
Eyes back blackened, I relapsed
I'm an asthmatic, still smoking
Flak jackets, fashionable, the track trappin' champion
I'm rappin these woes, snaps staggering low
Crack addict back in his zone
Murder this song, pimp purge a few souls
Stir it, stir, stirring up the coke
Pitching purty dust, nose itching
Hurting, huff, snort, sniffling, burning up the dope
Still slit, surely does so, and still sip da DIRTIE$T$ODA, yeah hoe (yeah, so?)