Post outside you home I got the drop this ain't no Psycho
Clip can hold bout 31 on Monday but my name ain't Michael
Wake up kill a beat then drop it this my vicious cycle
Push to start my vehicle if opp come then I stomp it
Lock up from the drugs I got big money bond no trial
Hop up on the beat my flow like vomit this shit vile
I been feeling way too cocky i might kill my idols
Pressure pressure filling up my lungs my O.G. look like models
Centipede, I'm on the creep
Knock him out he counting sheep
Too far gone I'm in too deep
Talking tough we make him leak
Talking tough we make him bleed
Death and drugs is all I need
Bitch got blood all on my sheets
Clip so long no centipede
Flexing round me get your shit licked
Knife in your chest causing friction
Bitching I'm whipping in the kitchen
Authority, nah I'm a misfit
Walk around toting a ripstick
Ugly hoe giving me limp dick
Active on that call it Fit-Bit
I leave your body red ain't talking crip bitch
Stomp on his neck my bro do a lil kick-flip
Swerve in the coupe ain't no way I'm gone shift it
Found that boy lacking he ask where the clique is
Too many blicks I don't know where to stick it
Ask to delete boy there too many sixes
Do this myself, I done been independent
Do it my way pray to god they don't lick it
Know that these niggas ain't seeing the vision
KILL*COMET - CENTIPEDE Lyrics
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Post outside you home I got the drop this ain't no Psycho
Clip can hold bout 31 on Monday but my name ain't Michael
Wake up kill a beat then drop it this my vicious cycle
Push to start my vehicle if opp come then I stomp it
Lock up from the drugs I got big money bond no trial
Hop up on the beat my flow like vomit this shit vile
I been feeling way too cocky i might kill my idols
Pressure pressure filling up my lungs my O.G. look like models
Centipede, I'm on the creep
Knock him out he counting sheep
Too far gone I'm in too deep
Talking tough we make him leak
Talking tough we make him bleed
Death and drugs is all I need
Bitch got blood all on my sheets
Clip so long no centipede
Flexing round me get your shit licked
Knife in your chest causing friction
Bitching I'm whipping in the kitchen
Authority, nah I'm a misfit
Walk around toting a ripstick
Ugly hoe giving me limp dick
Active on that call it Fit-Bit
I leave your body red ain't talking crip bitch
Stomp on his neck my bro do a lil kick-flip
Swerve in the coupe ain't no way I'm gone shift it
Found that boy lacking he ask where the clique is
Too many blicks I don't know where to stick it
Ask to delete boy there too many sixes
Do this myself, I done been independent
Do it my way pray to god they don't lick it
Know that these niggas ain't seeing the vision
Clip can hold bout 31 on Monday but my name ain't Michael
Wake up kill a beat then drop it this my vicious cycle
Push to start my vehicle if opp come then I stomp it
Lock up from the drugs I got big money bond no trial
Hop up on the beat my flow like vomit this shit vile
I been feeling way too cocky i might kill my idols
Pressure pressure filling up my lungs my O.G. look like models
Centipede, I'm on the creep
Knock him out he counting sheep
Too far gone I'm in too deep
Talking tough we make him leak
Talking tough we make him bleed
Death and drugs is all I need
Bitch got blood all on my sheets
Clip so long no centipede
Flexing round me get your shit licked
Knife in your chest causing friction
Bitching I'm whipping in the kitchen
Authority, nah I'm a misfit
Walk around toting a ripstick
Ugly hoe giving me limp dick
Active on that call it Fit-Bit
I leave your body red ain't talking crip bitch
Stomp on his neck my bro do a lil kick-flip
Swerve in the coupe ain't no way I'm gone shift it
Found that boy lacking he ask where the clique is
Too many blicks I don't know where to stick it
Ask to delete boy there too many sixes
Do this myself, I done been independent
Do it my way pray to god they don't lick it
Know that these niggas ain't seeing the vision
Writer: Henry Davis
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