Piss (feat. Atoms)

[Lil Peep]

I hit the dope, two time

Take the stress off my mind

I hit the coast, and I ride

Coming quick on your side

I'm like a ghost

Half the time, I'm just creepin' behind

I'm never slow, I follow

Take your soap, you hollow

Bass kicking, like your bitch

Kidnap her for kicks

Come 6, poppin' sticks

While she biting my lip

Don't flip, don't dip

Better not move too quick

I take that grip right off your hip

And smack your ass with the clip

Hollow tip spit, like a blue-nose pit

Hold my shit, I'ma fuck your bitch

Bump 3-6, while I cut my wrist

Funk my kicks, then I break the rim

When I dunk that shit

Bloodstain the Tim

No shit, got razor blades in my fist

Taking lists

Only time I put the blade down

When I gotta pick up my pen

Fuck your benz

I'ma paint the Cadillac black

Can't see me in the night

With the lights off

Quicksand on the white walls

Living life on the edge

Bitch, I might fall

Don't give a fuck

What they say about me

Peep won't rest, till' I rest in peace

S on my chest when I come up on the beat

Full moon flex while you mother fuckers sleep

Make my will, while I take my pills

Give your bitch chills, when I make my deals

If I get killed, I know I'ma die real

Stay real still, you already know the deal

You already know the deal

Lil Peep poppin' any bottle's fucking seal

I love the way it feel, so I do it for the thrill

Says she wanna chill, bitch I know the fucking deal

(Fucking deal)

[Atoms]

You're a shady mother fucker

Undiscovered when I’m comin'

If you hear me get running

When you see me get low

[?] See the profit, bands in my pockets

So I'm skunkin' up and gettin' back on my flow

White trash boys, just some white trash boys

Flipping up the middle finger

To these mother fucking hoes

I ain't talking 'bout the women

Nah, I'm talking 'bout these bitches

That be pushin’ all your music and they sell that flow

I never gave a fuck about a deal

So I ain't ever fucking with them

Man that's how it is

All these internet bitches hoppin' on my dick

Life turning into shit I'm finna slit my wrists

Spittin' a miss

And flickin' my wrist, to these bitch boys

All I ever hear you do, is talk shit boy

I hear you rappin' 'bout the trap

But it ain't shit boy

Ho, I been on my fucking grind

And ain't got shit, for it

What the fuck, bitch

Robbing ain't gon' cut it, bitch

You got no creativity

You ain't an artist, bitch

You ain't a thug, you ain't a g

You ain't the hardest, bitch

You just a pussy ass mother fucker starting shit

I smoke a blunt

Blow the smoke, to the fucking breeze

Thinking how the fuck I get out of these fucking trees?

Climbing up, to the top, to the fucking leaves

I can't even fucking see what's underneath

Too high, too much

So alive, but I’m done

Smokin' nothin' but dust

And it's all I ever loved

I don’t wanna hear about it now

All I ever wanna see are clouds

Too high, too much

So alive, but I’m done

Smokin' nothin' but dust

And it’s all I ever loved

I don’t wanna hear about it now

All I ever wanna see are clouds