Gatekeeper

(Night calling)

Drain my blood, man

Drain my blood, man

(Wake up, F1lthy)

Whole lot of Drain shit, man

(You fuckboy)

Fuck me like you're leaving

You're the only reason my heart's beating

Heart racing uneven, pulse speeding

Your boyfriend is a lame, I could be him

Fuck me like you're leaving

Fuck me like you got no, got no feelings

Sinking feeling, wishing I was dreaming

I'm a keychain on your hook, just reel in

Dog daycare, D&G choker

Night-goer, I'm a kush-blower

Pop out like a gopher, move over

Count it like a coder

One, two, three, four, five, six, it's over

Ecco pull up in a Rover, I'ma show her

I've been playing with my nose, uh, now my nose hurt

I'ma hit a home run, I'm a striker

I don't like her, I hate her

I'm just playin', yeah, I love her

But it's sad 'cause we don't like each other

We don't go together

Fuck it, I don't do this

I'ma move past it

I'ma move past it, I got it

Drain Gang, I got dirty tricks, street magician

You're not on my level so we can't do competition

I miss him, yeah, RIP Barron, yeah, I miss him

I know we will be getting turnt in the second

Bless him, take it all, teach him a lesson

Drain Gang, I feel like we the new One Direction

Thaiboy, yeah, I said it twice, free Thaiboy

I don't want to be associated with you rappers

Fuck your little check, your party, take me off it

Fuck your free drinks, that shit just make me nauseous

I fucked up a few times, it just make me cautious

Fuck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this

I'ma hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses

You can't hit me after eight 'cause then I'm off it

I'ma make my way, don't have to pay no bloggers

I'ma get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith

I don't know 'bout you, but me, I fiend that darkness

Sleep-sleepwalking, burn my fucking carcass

I know they hating on the low, I caught it

Hole in my head, I'm tryna find out who God is

Baby, you're a goddess, you're flawless

I'm smoking cabbage, you're smoking on that garbage

Fuck being an artist, I still will go the hardest

You a worker, I see your ass at Target

Fuck your little check, your party, take me off it

Fuck your free drinks, that shit just make me nauseous

I fucked up a few times, it just make me cautious

Fuck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this

I'ma hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses

You can't hit me after eight 'cause then I'm off it

I'ma make my way, don't have to pay no bloggers

I'ma get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith