Cyanide and Silicone - KYS lyrics

[Intro] (Deep growling) Money! (Duff this dude out!) [Verse 1] The only pages I turn are the rolling papers I'm never f**ing sorry, I always tend to be safer I'm living life, finding out how Stella got her groove back My vision shaky like Michael J. Fox taking a snapchat My network got my back, so hold you f**ing knives Stabbing this dude is whacker than looking into the eyes Of a stranger out on the street, walking with criminal stealth My parents are saying these raps I'm slinging Are bad for my health My luck is f**ing jaded, the blue in this beautiful hue Is judging me if I make it, I'll always stay true to you But I turned around for a second You took our love and you wrecked it Pardon my french, I mean check it Take this f** you and connect it b**h [Hook] x4 k** your f**ing self, and the horse that you rode in on [Verse 2] Mom I made you a promise that there's no more section 8 So when the movie drops in August we'll have food on our plate Earths tectonic plates are rubbing rummaging up earthquakes It's too early in the morning but we still wake and bake Provoke my jokes like the serum in my juice is the truth I'm hooking up with Dora cause I heard she knocks boots I got the Brutus in the booth and it's brutal Whatever happens just know I lived my life without you And my crew Money in my pockets are begging to come out So I'll buy a bunch of sh** that I don't really f**ing need And when the time comes to plant my f**ing dro seeds I'll steal some from my brothers bedroom, yeah Spit that, say b**h f** that One finger in the air the other hand is on my nut sack Tell a f**ing cop to s** my dick with my pants down Hands down, tipping over the town cows, like [Hook] x8 k** your f**ing self, and the horse that you rode in on