Текст песни Lil Nas Y - Y2

This is death at cha door bell
Ya bitch I'm going there
What's poppin?
Shots'll renden ya Bach like orivelle
Sting with tha ray it's not a corvette
Still outside it's not a little door dash
You got dos seconds
Or I'm x'ing two of ya bros out like a Dos Equis
Slick skating ring in ya hoe
Stirring pot
Swear to god that I'm cold with a parka on
Parked next to a park
A Mrs. Parker my type
More reason for me to believe you are not the father
You ain't poppin like that
Sperm donor I been hot since I hopped in this hoe
Prospect watch this mosh pit Das Efx
That's correct basket Basquiat
Thottiana aye lil momma
Why you still on my dick
I am still hot dog word to cat gods
Fact and if I don't hit you
Zendaya'll do it like the actress
Fuck you mean
Thinking of changing my government name to Richard
I am still on my own dick
Bowel movements cow manure
Got em stealing my old shit
Itinerary full fly as fuck
I will cloud your whole hard drive
I'm on top of mines
I am such a michelada
Ain't shit sweet salty
Niggas want it all from me
Coffin you keep coughing around me
A beast will pop up like overweight niggas
I am triggered I want all the smoke
From yo cigarette cigar burning house
Broken automobile oven kitchen
I'm depopulation dying patients
I keep killing niggas
I should be a mason
Isolated only nice to children
Might go rnb be with two k's
Kendall and Kylie Jenner
I'm already on a roll
I got this icebox in my heart remember
All of y'all can get it
Sucka dick bitch you ain't sucka free
Top with this shit
Fit description bitch you under me
One and done I did it
One in front yo head like Wanda vision
God been on a mission
That was then but this is my ambition
Tell em don't ask why I'm tired of telling you
I ain't gotta smoke top 5's them niggas edibles
Certified but love these boys that's what I'll never do
Thrift stores when I hear yours
These niggas never new
Still at the type of top where no one goes
Boys are dead to me the doctors finding yo son cold
Orchestrate ya bitch she naked tell the hoe come pose
How I do this shit like Michael Jackson surgeries
No one knows
These niggas was dropping and my shit was still on the back of their mind
And my shit is malignant
Ain't a coincidence I was just killing the shit like a minute ago
And I did it again it's a thin line between love and hate
I just make it look easy I'm too busy counting these bodies
Nobody gone stop me I make it my problem
From top and the bottom
I'm locking up this shit like beauty salons with a rasta that's dreaded
May not go to heaven I loaded a weapon
I'm ready whenever
You send me an angel I shoot up his feathers
I'm headed in someone direction
I been on top of you niggas get out of ya feelings
I'm prolly Bruce Willis I'm harder to kill
Should've got a militia you out of the picture
Yeah yeah
Hard body bitch
Nigga we ain't playing tag nigga that ain't it
Ride with the ray nigga
Juice got some tang in it
We was on the block before you started gang gangin it
Side piece with me prolly yo main thang in it
Diamonds on my demons nigga ain't fuckin angel here
Bopper on my dick like her lips tryna strangle it
We ain't twisting fingers but a nigga brought a banger here
Shuu yeah
Hammer in the pants bitch you can't touch
Get them m's wit my c's niggas ain't us
Nigga flexing fuck around get cho bank robbed
Wet a nigga up like it's a paint job
I ain't goin back to Cali without a 40 cal
Talking to me talk some money or fuck you talking bout
Nigga bout to run this bitch like it's a relay full of females
Demon diamond saint but it's the devils in the details

You gotta give it to me now
Aye aye
You gotta give it to me now
Aye wait
You gotta give it to me now
Aye aye
You gotta give it to me now
Aye
On me I need the whole thing
On me
On me I need the whole thing
On me
On me I need the whole thing
On me
On me I need the whole thing
The whole thing

You ready to die by yo name
Gain the whole world you ready to die by yo fame
In the blink of an eye it could be bye bye yo brain
Would you still risk it if you drowned and then tada you saved