[Intro]
(Haitian Creole)
[Verse 1]
My sh*t be murdered out
Your sh*t be tinted, loose, rigid, inertia pouch
Big kids throwing tantrums with big sticks
Big di*ks on the end of them sh*ts
Trip, get flipped on the regular business (doh-doh-doh)
Amnesia everybody
I need that Gerber, keep that murder sloppy (yeah)
Ain't nothing surgical about black children, swerving, and bourbons
Copy?
Copy, copy
You don't want no dashi
You don't want no flavor, umami, a hundred problem (brrrt)
Salt, sauce
Get braised for a cause
It's brain's for a Porsche not a Ford
You a serf, not a boss, I'm a lord
Pulitzers is now involved
Word to Kung Fu Kenny, I knew this earth was kinda small
So how the whole world fit in his hand?
He got the old girl stimulus plan
He rock and roll, y'all should know
Gosh you know I get the gist, you got the joke
Your rock'll float when mine sink to the bottom
You got hope and I got sticks in the closet, you gotta go
You gotta tell your story walking by the boat
Adiós
("We need to kill them. We need to kill them.")
[Chorus]
Don't drown like Piotr (don't do it)
Don't drown like Piotr
Don't drown like Piotr (pa fè sa)
Like Piotr (you can do it)
Don't drown like Piotr (f*ck it)
Don't drown like Piotr
Don't drown like Piotr
Like Piotr, like Piotr
Don't drown like Piotr (don't do it)
Don't drown like Piotr (don't do it)
Don't drown like Piotr
Like Piotr
[Verse 2]
You gotta have the stereo spread (uh)
You said you gotta have your burial bread
I caught the zoe last week, word to Keith
I bought the Lo mad cheap, word to keys
Streets jubilee, greased to a teeth, moving free
Please do the least, speak to a G, you and me
Maybe you can see how I used to duck from truancy
f*ck you doing G?
I'm the bro
[Outro]
Zewo
You know zero?
Zero
Zewo pa ryen
Nothin n*gga, you get nothin from me
Get sh*t from me