Big Derko - Legacy Edition (feat. killswitchsuicide)

What
Yeah
Yeah yeah
What
Ay blood on my hands
You know I just smoked your mans
What, I get bands, and they wrapped in rubber bands
Rubber bands
I just wrapped up with yo bitch I'm in her pants
Ask her how I taste, she lick it lollipop, hand stand
Hand stand
Tell that bitch lick my wrist its all ice
Yeah my crib and my car yeah you know they so nice
Keep a strap on like a dyke
No bitch my name is not mike
If you want bitch we can fight
But you gon' pay the price
No vice but that pussy got grip to it
45 no glock but yo bitch A-C-P ass cheap price, like a hoe
She a junkie no coke but that x' got her booted all night, and she
down down, on that dick like this, from the start to the end of the night
Derko Killswitchsuicide
Passin' the mic in the booth and we both fye
Got your bitch bad and we look in the moonlight
95' chevy he look at the taillights
Cuz' he in the trunk yeah bitch we whippin
Tell that bitch get back in the kitchen
Its midnight we want some chicken
No beef but yo mans is trippin
2, 5s may make 10 but i just want a picture perfect bitch
Lots of women in my city but they can't fit the script
No prescription I don't pop no pills but yo bitch be my fix
She just want my kids
Yeah we go way back, like my dick up in her throat
Oh woah
See me on yo bitches feed I'm beating from the back go
Bending bitches lots of curvature I call her slope
Skiing in that pussy just like that bitch my flow so cold
Bitch im so cold
Speeding in a foreign and you know we dodging five-0
Keep a 40 on my lap in case a pussy want smoke
Fucking on yo bitch and you know she be screaming high notes
Yeah screamin' them high notes
She on my dick and she deep throat
Yeah yo ass walk on a tightrope
Bitch I'm so fye like a pyro
Got yo ass down there is no hope
Im so cold and my wrist glow
My ice shine and its like snow
Its my time I'm on go mode
Yeah yeah
I don't give two fucks about a bitch, no
She can get the fuck out up out the crib with that stanking pussy oh
Bitch it's me, in that back, of that cadillac, getting top from a foreign chick, I don't know her name
I call her when i'm sad she help me with the pain
I think I love a bitch something wrong with me mane
She pretty without the makeup she deserve everything
I put my all in this shit we gon' make it through the rain

Written by:
Derik Groves, Griffin Reinke

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