Lil Peep - Piss

[Lil Peep:]

I hit the dope two time, take the stress off my mind

I hit the coast, and I ride, coming quick on your side

I'm like a ghost half the time, I'm just creepin' behind

I'm never slow, I follow, take your soul, you hollow

Bass kickin' like your bitch, kidnap her for kicks

Come 6, poppin' sticks, while she biting my lip

Don't flip, don't dip, better not move too quick

I take that grip right off your hip and smack yo' ass with the clip

Hollow tip spit, like a blue-nose pit

Hold my shit, I'ma fuck your bitch

Bump Three-6, while I cut my wrist

Funk my kicks, then I break the rim

When I dunk that shit, bloodstain the Timb

No shit, got razor blades in my fist, taking lists

Only time I put the blade down

When I gotta pick up my pen

Fuck your Benz, I'ma paint the Cadillac black

Can't see me in the night, with the lights off (nah)

Quicksand on the white walls

Living life on the edge, bitch, I might fall (might fall)

Don't give a fuck what they say about me (nope)

Peep won't rest 'till I rest in peace

S on my chest when I come up on the beat

Full moon flex while you motherfuckers sleep

Make my will, while I take my pills

Give your bitch chills, when I make my bills

If I get killed, I know I'ma die real

Stay real still, you already know the deal

You already know the deal

Lil Peep poppin' Henny bottles, fuck a seal

I love the way it feel, so I do it for the thrill

Say she wanna chill, bitch I know the fucking deal

(Fucking deal)

[DEATH+:]

Young shady motherfucker, really scary when I'm comin'

If you hear me get running, when you see me, get low

See the profit, bands in my pockets

So I'm skunkin' up and gettin' back on my flow

White trash boys, just some white trash boys

Flipping up the middle finger to these motherfuckin' hoes

I ain't talking 'bout the women, nah, I'm talking 'bout these bitches

That be pushin' all your music and they sell that flow

I never gave a fuck about a deal

So I ain't ever fucking with them, man, that's how it is

All these internet bitches hoppin' on my dick

Life turning into shit, I'm finna slit my wrists

Spittin' a miss and flickin' my wrist, to these bitch boys

All I ever hear you do is talk shit, boy

I hear you rappin' 'bout the trap, but it ain't shit boy

Hoe, I been on my fucking grind, and ain't got shit for it

What the fuck bitch? Robbing ain't gon' cut it, bitch

You got no creativity, you ain't no artist, bitch

You ain't a thug, you ain't a g, you ain't the hardest, bitch

You just a pussy ass motherfucker starting shit

I spark a blunt, blow the smoke to the fucking breeze

Thinking "how the fuck I get out of these fucking trees?"

Climbing up, to the top, to the fucking leaves

I can't even fucking see what's underneath

Too high, too much, so alive, but I'm done

Smokin' up in the dust and it's all I ever loved

I don't wanna hear about it now

All I ever wanna see are clouds

Too high, too much, so alive, but I'm done

Smokin' up in the dust and it's all I ever loved

I don't wanna hear about it now

All I ever wanna see are clouds

• Artist:Lil Peep
• Album:den [EP] [2015]