Текст песни CALDERA! - 30Xi feat. HBKDirty Dan

(Blxckblxdx)
(Don't got no morals might quickscope a kid)
(I need new camos to show to show to my)
(I'm in Caldera with a whole lot of, yeah, ay)
Leveled up off magic mushrooms, bitch
Don't got no morals might quickscope a kid
I need that new camo to show to my friends
I'm in Caldera with a whole lotta sticks
I leveled up off magic mushrooms, bitch
Don't got no morals might quickscope a kid
I need that new camo to show to my friends
I'm in Caldera with a whole lotta sticks!
(What X say?)
Build to the pussy like fortnite, uh
You ain't hit shit get your aim right, ay
I do not hide I'm in plain sight
I bet you see death at the end of this knife
Give up your life, don't try to fight it (blxckblxdx)
I'm a God like Poseidon & off psilocybin
I flew past the sun 'finna visit Orion
My mind real enlightened, I see light on the end of horizons
Fuck a fanbase this a deeper alliance
I need a cult, not just supporters
My blade just like Shulk's, fuck law & order
So many songs in the vault I'm a hoarder
I am not mortal don't question my morals
I need a cult, not just supporters
My blade just like Shulk's, fuck law & order
So many songs in the vault I'm a hoarder
I am not mortal don't question my morals
(Yeah, ay what bitch)
(Okay, yu- wait hold up, wasn't Dirty supposed to get on this shit?)
(Alright, yuh, duh-nuh-nuh!)
Wreck your whole shit you can call me big pothole
Been to the pen and got tatted by vatos
White & I'm cheesy like queso on nachos
Chicken & Waffles I feel like I'm Roscoe (blxckblxdx)
Hoping I die slow, look at my people like why you gonna cry for?
I'll be around never keep your 3rd eye closed
Hang in the air like the smoke from tobacco (god damn!)
Got the sauce from Tabasco
Keeping it hot they gonna think I'm an asshole
Work my whole life just to die in a castle
Plotting on first, what the fuck I'm in last for? (the fuck?)
Better pick up the pace
Hit with the stick homie, pick up your face
Lit like a rift watch me drift into space
Daily I blaze so my eyes always glazed (bitch I be fried)
Just a poet, young Homer
Ran out of friends you can say I'm a loner
Tell by my smell I'm a serious stoner
Flayed all his flesh so I guess he a goner
Tell him bye-bye!
Bring the chicken at 'em call him Popeyes
Pop out at the party holler surprise!
Newsflash dumbass we 'gon all die (yeah)
(Real HBK shit bitch)