Текст песни BAKI // ROT - Gashum , Kill Dyll

We are not the fuckin' same, don't compare me to no copies (ayy)
No competition, 'cause I killed them like I'm Baki (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ugh (ayy, yeah, ayy), nobody (ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Nobodies talk, all I hear is the static
Actin' all hard 'til they hear automatics

Pray to your God, if you got one, then stop
I'm sick of the fuckers that talk like they got it (ayy)
Talkin' that shit, say it once, then he froze (ayy, yeah)
Saying it twice, get him shot akimbo's (ayy, ayy)
Thirsty for clout, like you fuckers are hoes (ayy)
Get off of my dick, little bitch, you get hosed (ayy)

Leave me alone, I hate when I see that you're callin' my phone
You all did me wrong, you talked down on me right inside of my home
Yeah, I cut to the bone, to feel anything 'cause I'm always so numb
I pull out the gun, and place it right inside my motherfucker dome
I don't care what you say, look into my eyes, do you think I fuckin' play?

Now I know a hundred different ways I could take apart your face
I hope you know I'd never lack, I keep a blade right on my waist, okay
I do all this for fun, I got this lil' bitch on her knees like a nun
You pussy, I know if I pull up, you'll run (run, run)
Bitch, I hope you fuckin' rot

Rot, rot, rot, rot
Rot, rot, rot
Bitch, I hope you fuckin' rot (yeah, ayy, yeah)
Rot, rot (rotten)
Rot, rot (rotten, fuckin')
Rot, rot, rot
Bitch, I hope you fuckin'

Came with the flows, never came for the hoes (never came for the hoes)
Fame 'til it blows, propane to the nose (propane to the nose)
Fuck what they think, what they say what they know
Cocaine in the brain of the lames and the foes
Duckin' and fuckin' up all the fakes 'til they go

Motherfuckers are lucky I'm feelin' great, overdose
Can you run it, I wonder? You lookin' slow in the dome
Put a 40 inside of it, then we wait 'til it blows
Wait 'til the fade, put a cave in his face
Motherfuckers wanted pain, you a goddamn disgrace

Illuminati, I'm catchin' body on body
I never thought he was salty, I only wanted a hobby (uh)
Shout-out the pastor, he claimin' the south
My brother in Europe, Kiraw is about (Is about)
To take over anyways, fuck all the clout (the clout)

We make it the petty way with or without
Never came for the money, only came for the woes
Rain for the funny, 23s to the dome
We makin' the money, makin' capitol (capitol)
If that boy keep on cappin', I'm cappin' his dome

You dirty little bitch, I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs, with the fire on my hip
You dirty little bitch, I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs, with the fire on my hip