Edward Skeletrix Diptych Lyrics

[Intro]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Chorus]
Nigga got a blick, I can't stress, yeah
Bro got a vest, bullets ain't miss, yeah

[Verse 1]
Mama, don't cry, bullet to the chest, yeah
I don't do the fashion, no, nigga, this not Rick, yeah
I can't be no dad, bitch
Ándale, ándale, they gon' hit her up, Magic City, yeah, yeah
I'm on Richard [?], got a real tick, yeah, yeah
Got a bad bitch (Ha-ha)
This that museum music, huh
This that museum music, uh
Cut his head off in a f*cking diptych

[Chorus]
Nigga got a blick, I can't stress, yeah
Bro got a vest, bullets ain't miss, yeah
Bro got a vest, bullets ain't miss, yeah

[Bridge]
Don't do the fashion, nigga could die in a dress
(Ha-ha)
Don't do the fashion, nigga could die in a dress, yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Don't do the fashion, nigga could die in a dress, yeah
I don't— uh, why do I think 'bout that? I don't, bitch
I don't— why I think 'bout that? Uh
Why the f*ck I'm always thinkin' 'bout killin'? Uh

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel like snake head, nigga, set
Put that foot on they neck
In they house, they on house arrest
I don't have dreads, nigga cut off his dreads
They be on my Ben 10 (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
This bitch wanna go ratchet, yeah
When I attack, car crash, yeah
Richard Mille on Ben 10
Richard Mille on Ben 10 (Ha-ha-ha-ha-h—)
Lob you back, I'm not Ken
Man, that bitch so second hand