Death Lotto

(Watergun Collective) Don't need no friends, I got bitches on my line I'ma write you on my Death Note, don't waste my time If you wanna fuck with me, I'll fuckin' light you up inside And if you tryna have some fun, I'll fuckin' put you in a tie, like Bitch, I'm on go-go, go-go, go Like bitch, I'm on a roll-roll, roll-roll, roll Why you pull up with a stick? I'm tryna pull up with fist and we fight Like one two, Kung Fu, you finna see the light Cigarette blurry sight, drippin' blood, Bud Light When I pull up to the scene, I wipe you out like Mister Clean What the fuck you want from me? Boy, you ain't shit, I pack a treat Like, I'm just tryna fuck I don't want nothin' in between Ayy, pull up with my Sharingan eye And you know I don't play, I take down five Got these baddies on me, and you know I don't lie Put a blade through my chest, and I'm goin' bankai Puttin' on my mask and I finna turn hollow Straw Hat Pirates and you know my crew follows Stackin' these racks, I don't need no lotto Livin' large like a Titan, I ain't talkin' Colossal (damn) Tanjiro, I'm slayin' demons slicin' through him, he ain't breathin' He want my blood, but I ain't bleedin', I'm green and boomin', yeah, I'm creepin' Runnin' in these lanes and I'm finna drift through Got no hands on the wheel and my whip is brand-new And you know we makin' waves, and you know we makin' moves Fill 'em with the smoke, Shadow Clone Jutsu There are many types of monsters in this world Monsters who'll not show themselves and who cause trouble Monsters who abduct children, monsters who devour dreams Monsters who suck blood and monsters who always tell lies Watch your back, 'cause I might attack Black belt, bitch, I'm fast, can't see where I'm at Driftin' through the rain, dark tint, matte black What the fuck do you want? Bitch, shut the fuck up, I'm relaxed I ain't tryna fuck with you or your bros, bitch You are a broke, bitch, put in the work, bitch You gon' stay homeless, I'ma paint your walls red like I'm Janovic Middle fingers to the haters that are all alone, bitch Now everything that was in my way is gone (haha-haha-haha-ha) It's only a matter of time before I get rid of the police What do you think of that, L? This is my perfect victory, that's right, I win Bitch, I'm on go-go, go-go, go Like bitch, I'm on a roll-roll, roll-roll, roll Why you pull up with a stick? I'm tryna pull up with fist and we fight Like one two, Kung Fu, you finna see the light Cigarette blurry sight, drippin' blood, Bud Light When I pull up to the scene, I wipe you out like Mister Clean What the fuck you want from me? Boy, you ain't shit, I pack a treat Like, I'm just tryna fuck I don't want nothin' in between