Waist Down / BlxxdSoakedJeans ft. SynthBlxxd & Noaah Lyrics

Washing away with the waves

Popping that oxy and dying for days

I can't escape my dirty ways

Keeping that forty tucked while I decay

(Aye)

I am the person they see when they die

When they're hearing my call

Ima creep in the night

I am an idol that lost all his trace

Reincarnation of Satan, that waste, waste

Waist down in the river

Ima double cup till I feel it in my liver

Blood soaked jeans

Blood soaked cause I'm a giver

Ima murder cupid

And then shoot you with his quiver

Covered in mud cause I feel so dirty

Please stand by, I'm dead by thirty

I don't wanna live if life don't hurry

Every single day got me coated in a flurry, bitch

Washing away in that holy water

Bitch It burn me alive

(It burn me alive)

I keep my head on a swivel

'Cause I know they come from behind

Fuck up your mind

Come try to fuck with me

Boy, I've been waiting to bust out my knives

I've been the one that call nothing

And everyone fucking despise

I wonder why

I just be ruining my liver

(Liver)

I be addicted to liquor

(Liquor)

They tryna call

I won't pick up

Keep getting the bag

I won't give up

All alone

But that's how I love it

(I love it)

Call my phone

I don't give a fuck if

Dial tone that's what you getting

(God damn)

Riding solo I go on the missions

Auto tune that's what you spitting

Bumping my shit while we whipping

(Fuck you)

Riding solo I go on the missions

I told that bitch to just shut up and listen

Bumping my shit while we whipping

(aye)

Bumping my shit, got the white up my nose

Know I already told her

She best without clothes

Writing my flows

Switching my hoes

Bitch I'm a terror that already chose

Coming to empty that clip

I'm finna dip

Might take a sip, bitch

I got blood on my hip

All that red on my bones

I'm in your crib and I cut all your phones

Now you curving in a ditch

And I, end up murdering your bitch

'Cause I, already knew you'd probably twitch

And I, gotta run cause they knowin' who it is

Leaving my trace

I'll fuck your face

Blood at the top

Better stay in your place

I'll pop a case

Xanax been laced

Time for your death,

Bitch you're already waste