Dylan Ross - Increase My High lyrics

[Verse 1] You a plastic b**h, s** a plastic dick This situation got drastic quick I'ma have to split after I blast my dick on your on your plastic lips like acid drips Your dad don't know me but he wouldn't like me That motherf**er bought me new nikes Polo shirt, shrimp, steak and purp I be f**ing up his house when he leave for work Dirty cards go hard b**h buy some beer f** his baby girl in the mouth and rear She used to cheer, at the football games But f** that sh** b**h footballs lame Playboy insane Brainwash her brain, sh** is off the chain like soft c**aine Got a s*ut in the trunk, don't give a f** But if she wanna f** J then she busting buts 80s baby spitting 90s game This little rich b**h is a lemon lame So I got her trained till her pockets rain Cause also J ain't nothing but a pulla mane Keep a hoe in check if she cashing checks b**h break bread b**h I break ya neck Little baby squirt, leave her cookies hurt Treat a s*ut like dirt, I ain't Captain Kirk [Hook] [Verse 2: Dylan Ross] One hand is on the pistol the other is on the blunt I smoke like Devin The Dude and smash any b**h I want I want a crustypunk b**h I can treat like trash Cooked her a vegan meal and now I'm hitting from the back The smoke is up in my lungs The chicken is in my brain Ana got me clicking itching to cut you like Candymane Shouts out to the Tiny mane Creep on you like leper c*nt Rolling up to [?] buckness Evil like deception I'm in the hotel suite, with women with tack on face She says she had good bloodline till I showed her my mask erased Balaclava on the dome you see the evil from within Ashin' on ya f**ing grave and pithy stangin' till the end b**h [Hook]