Komato_e - $CRIPT$ (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: kid c.] OD on $CRIPT$ in this b**h Slit a wrist for the kid Going rat-ta-tat Like the drums going quick Now the ba** going harder Than me on that crazy Now I ruined rap Guess they startin' to pay me Cause if I get hits, I get money to spend Abuse it and use it, no, I don't pretend I don't need no approval Be richer than Google Just hold up This sh** that I'm hitting is useful To me, cause I own the scene That promethazine ain't been helping me sleep So I po' up that lean They say I'm a fiend But I'm sure that my dreams are reality, see? Now you on the street Cause you wanting that drop-top, I'm like If you need it so badly, go get it, you might As well, pa** and inhale, overdose if you real Then re-enter reality now, sh** [Verse 2: Komato$e] My n***as be poppin' and choppin' up Xanax My n***as is comin to take over planets The liquid I'm seekin' is light red in nature Not talkin' 'bout Hi-Tec, it's sweeter in flavor I'm favoring n***as that stay out my way 'Cause if I gotta spray, I'll make sure it's messy No one stand next me, the bad mon, I'm Nessy Try catchin' me on cam, elusive and heavy So go ahead and test me, p**y a** b**h boy I keep work up on me, you could get it if you snitch, boy I cannot downsize, I only go up And my b**h used to look 12 'til she done glo'd up I got cannibal n***as and Hannibal n***as We crackin' your skull then we crackin' some jokes [Interlude: Komato$e] No lie I'll f**in' I'll f** a n***a b**h over a table And use that n***a as the table I'm f**in' his b**h over Bust 2 in his head and 1 in his b**h [Verse 3: Komato$e] I jus downed an eighth Purple Bape Purple everything I jus smoked an eighth To myself From the top shelf I jus hit a lick This the 5th one I hit today I got work up on me, but it's only if you pay n***as sleepin', bust out a Wesson All gold knuckles, f** a bra** section I got ba** like n***as out west did I got weapons, get to 2 steppin' End a n***a if he wanna know What's good, what we got in sto' What's good, what's poppin', yo? Who you think you is tryna run up on me, ho? [Verse 4: Yung Davon] I fake mental illness to get my prescription Ain't poppin' any, I shark all you n***as b**h I'm the plug I'm supplied by the Jews Talk all that sh** 'cause I'm off of the juice Talkin' that sh**, but she wet like a boat Put one in your mom and then one in her throat I dryhumped your b**h, 'cause she knew I'm the goat Y'all hating on me, but you know I'm the goat Ay, Yung Davon out flipping packs now n***as like, "Yung, bro, throw your racks out!" Feds see me and they tryna do the pat down f** a b**h, 'cause I'm tryna flip it back out n***as they hear me they know I'm the best and I'm selling these packs off the IP address and Shout out to my n***a, the homie Bill Vegas I know that y'all watchin', y'all seein' us flexin', ay