Finna blow your speakers out, same shit to your brain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
Fit all black red laser, Darth Vader
Pull up on him see you later
See yo ass in Hell
Bust yo head eggshell
Big drank shake well
Big spells get you cursed
Have you whippin out the hearse
Came up out the dirt been a monster since birth
Put him on a shirt
Got his blood all on my shirt
Put two xans off in a squirt but first I pop a perc
I'm a creep I'm gon lurk
Find him floatin in the surf
Finna blow your speakers out, same shit to your brain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
You smoke the flower, I smoke with flower and brillo
Dippin my squares I don't smoke cigarillos
Slept on the floor I ain't had me a pillow
I don't sleep no more I just peek out the window
Shadow people love me, tell me when the people comin
Can't keep one strap gotta keep me a dozen
I don't cook no food keep the work in the oven
Sylvia Plath, put my head in the oven
I don't cook no food keep the work in the oven
Sylvia Plath, put my head in the oven
Finna blow your speakers out, same shit to your brain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
Hell Money - Basquiat Lyrics
Hell Money - Basquiat Lyrics
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Finna blow your speakers out, same shit to your brain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
Fit all black red laser, Darth Vader
Pull up on him see you later
See yo ass in Hell
Bust yo head eggshell
Big drank shake well
Big spells get you cursed
Have you whippin out the hearse
Came up out the dirt been a monster since birth
Put him on a shirt
Got his blood all on my shirt
Put two xans off in a squirt but first I pop a perc
I'm a creep I'm gon lurk
Find him floatin in the surf
Finna blow your speakers out, same shit to your brain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
You smoke the flower, I smoke with flower and brillo
Dippin my squares I don't smoke cigarillos
Slept on the floor I ain't had me a pillow
I don't sleep no more I just peek out the window
Shadow people love me, tell me when the people comin
Can't keep one strap gotta keep me a dozen
I don't cook no food keep the work in the oven
Sylvia Plath, put my head in the oven
I don't cook no food keep the work in the oven
Sylvia Plath, put my head in the oven
Finna blow your speakers out, same shit to your brain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
Fit all black red laser, Darth Vader
Pull up on him see you later
See yo ass in Hell
Bust yo head eggshell
Big drank shake well
Big spells get you cursed
Have you whippin out the hearse
Came up out the dirt been a monster since birth
Put him on a shirt
Got his blood all on my shirt
Put two xans off in a squirt but first I pop a perc
I'm a creep I'm gon lurk
Find him floatin in the surf
Finna blow your speakers out, same shit to your brain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
You smoke the flower, I smoke with flower and brillo
Dippin my squares I don't smoke cigarillos
Slept on the floor I ain't had me a pillow
I don't sleep no more I just peek out the window
Shadow people love me, tell me when the people comin
Can't keep one strap gotta keep me a dozen
I don't cook no food keep the work in the oven
Sylvia Plath, put my head in the oven
I don't cook no food keep the work in the oven
Sylvia Plath, put my head in the oven
Finna blow your speakers out, same shit to your brain
At the window peekin out new AK wood grain
Finna die like Basquiat, not like Coltrane
Put a whole clip in the sky I'm finna make it rain
Writer: Cody James
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid