Killscope lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas be hating on me, man
I'm just like, look
That sh*t's not finna lift you up no further (Further)
I don't understand it, but sh*t, I don't fight against it either
You know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh
Ayy
You turn the beat up?
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Kembe X]
n*gga, I'm tryna live my life 'til it end
Take a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind
On a binge, on a bender from winter to winter
I sin, hope God can forgive my kind
Drunk somewhere I never been
At the wheel with my girl, arguing 'bout how I spend my time
n*ggas don't want me to hit my stride
Pray I hit the stage and forget my lines
Woke up, my di*k was on cinder (Uh)
Next to some titties from Tinder (Uh)
Smashed and then crashed, I'm a symbol (Yeah)
On Xanny, so I can't remember (Uh)
She not my type, I delayed her
Back all alone like I'm meant to be
Chill with my cig and my Hennessy
Thinking about when sh*t was simple
[Verse 2: Trent the HOOLiGAN]
Now fake motherf*ckers chase cheese like a rat race
I can't straight, everybody in my damn face
What the f*ck is they thinkin', Kembe?
These dudes give me that face to get laid down
Laid down on the heated pavement
Out DP, I'm a panther, baby
Let's get rid of them panties, baby
She just waxed, no sandpaper
I'm in there with no swimwear
And I swim fair and my fists gear, I don't stop
Damn, I'ma shave that mop
I'm on the clit, tick tock
These b*tches on my c*ck
They sh*t fu', rerock
I whip it in the pot
What you tryna do? I got a quiet room and that doorknob got a lock

[Verse 3: Kembe X]
Back at it, crack addict
Bad habit, f*ck n*gga, vibe city
Blast at it, f*ck with me, ride with me
Know I keep it too real, three hundred, batting average
Flossed up my Ritalin, gonna
I can't be no regular citizen, f*ck 'em
I'm busting, I'm taxin', I'm killing they dreams
'Til the government run me my benefits, uh
I'm from the city of wind
Where they fan in the winter 'cause sh*t is just different
Dipped to somewhere it was sunny
To talk to my buddies, all they name is Benjamin
Primal intentions, do this from my grandmama children just 'cause I resemble them
Sip on this Jack with my uncles
Thinking about when sh*t was simpler
[Verse 4: Trent the HOOLiGAN]
I got a lot to ponder, my boy
My sun ain't always somber, my boy
I teach you how to chop it, my boy
These b*tches can't run me out my joy
I roll down on Crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place
407 as a jit, for Naked Tommy, had a lace
My schedule, she text me I test her, I treat her as lesser
That's why I will never find love in this world, I will break records though
Diss so bad, turn her to a widow
Look at my bars, I'm like, "Ooh, this sh*t tickle"
Suck on my pickle
I drip drip then I dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter
b*tch