Chorus:
All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne
I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine
I can't feel no pain, no I can't feel no pain
Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings
I was fifteen, ridin' wit' that Blicky, yeah
If I die today, I wonder would they miss me
Demon wit' that 5, hunnid' shells in the street
It's a hunnid' shells in the street
It's a hunnid' shells in the street
It's a hunnid' shells in the street (in the street)
Verse-1:
Yeah, dranks and .223s, sweep 'em off your feet
Get that pack from overseas, Trap Trill gon' beat
I got it on me, then make him a G (I got it on me, then make him a G)
What you smell on my breath, pure Promethazine
You could do what you want, we ain't preppin' wit' you
Lil' nigga wit' me, yeah
Booted up, geeked, huh
Bitch, I'm fleek (bitch, I'm fleek)
Chorus:
All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne
I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine
I can't feel no pain, no I can't feel no pain
Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings
I was fifteen, ridin' wit' that Blicky, yeah
If I die today, I wonder would they miss me
Demon wit' that 5, hunnid' shells in the street
It's a hunnid' shells in the street
Verse-2:
.223s and Dracos, MAC-11's lay low
Hollow tips right through you and give your ass a halo
She said she like the way that, a young nigga be drippin'
I'm shootin' at your top, I don't take you with good precision
And your body in a casket, leakin' bodily fluids
Don't fuck 'round with my killers, yeah we all goin' stupid
If you say you wit' it, well I'm wit' it too
If I die today, would you miss me
If I die today, would you miss me
If I'm in my casket, girl, would you kiss me
Would you do it, would you do it
Have your body in a casket, leakin' bodily fluids (yeah)
Chorus:
All black with a mask, feel like Bruce Wayne
I'm on way too many drugs, it feel like Novocaine (novocaine)
I can't feel no pain, no I can't feel no pain (no pain)
Made it through the rain, think it's time to spread my wings (spread my wings)
I was fifteen, ridin' wit' that Blicky (wit' that Blicky)
If I die today, I wonder would they miss me (would they miss me)
Demon wit' that 5, hunnid' shells in the streets (a hunnid' shells in the fucking street)
It's a hunnid' shells in the street
A hunnid' shells in the street, Melly baby
Yung Bans, runnin' up them Benjamins, get to them bands
Hollow tips and shit won't do no [?]
