BADSHAWTIE$ (feat. Syner) Video (MV)

Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From a distance
I'm in your system betcha you can't follow Through my transition
I got you drippin' through my chair
No recognizin' my name
She puts on Rick and Morty Even hits her Lights when I came
Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From a distance
I'm in your system betcha you can't follow Through my transition
I got you drippin' through my chair
No recognizin' my name
She puts on Rick and Morty Even hits her Lights when I came
Yaaa
Hit me with that semi semi automatic end my Grief
I dare a pussy come and f*cking try me tryna Rest in peace
Catacomb slap a hoe I'm one with stars I'm Dead to me
This gone be my death my final rest I know There's hell to pay
Pistol by my side let me hit it let it ride let the Evil show the smile see the fear in your eyes
Baby this ain't for you wanna go get it till the End see the pen it's poison blood thick from The lead get me off this pad bitch
Reaper coming speakers blowing glowing with No
Adlibs
Life flow fast hoes I never wanna sell little hoe Buss it down bet im coming for your neck Better yet I'm head hunting
Here me on my doom my final day then call me Dumile
Swinging on my swords to all these hoes is Where your
Domb will lay
Ay
Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From a distance
I'm in your system betcha you can follow Through my transition
I got you drippin' through my chair
No recognizin' my name
She puts on Rick and Morty even hits her Lights when I came
Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From a distance
I'm in your system betcha you can follow Through my transition
I got you drippin' through my chair
No recognizin' my name
She puts on Rick and Morty even hits her Lights when I came
Yeah
Now it's begun Sharpen the blade that's just Bound in my tongue
Switchin' my flow but my verse sound as one
These drugs in my system the come down Ain't fun
Lets walk around or some
I've hit my limit
You were my gimmick Smoke in the air that's The spliff let me hit it
At least I admit it
It's not like I didn't
Just notice my style was for you to mimic
Forgot what I wrote when I jotted it slit
Thinking too much but I gotta spit shit
Top of the drugs that were rotten this bit
You're flashin' your tits while you mosh in a pit
Floatin on cloud from the way that I smoke Yeah
Ain't no comin' down till the days that I'm Broke
Chills in my spine that still stay when we spoke
Killed up my time
Third eye grey when I wrote