Travvy, Mvko - Fade Away Lyrics

Ay, Lucifer ravenous
I cannot handle this
Handle my devil shit
I been so devilish
I cannot handle this
Hand on my grip
Hand on my tip
Slit on my wrists, ay
Pussy boy
Pussy boy, running my tail
Pussy boy
Pussy boy, destined to fail
Tell me, does your momma know
Does she know you're dead, hoe
Tell me, does your momma know
Does she know you're dead, hoe
Tell me, does your momma know
Does she know you're dead, hoe
I got no doubts that I'm dead, ay
I got a blade dipped in red, grah
Call me a devil or call me a god
Either way I'm the one that's commanding you all
Ay, used to be broke, I couldn't eat
Now I got a wallet that be bursting at the seams
Loadin' up the forty five and tuck it in my jeans
I ain't scared of shit when I'm walking through these streets
I paint pictures
Flow Picasso
Surplus bars like this shit Costco
First class flight off to Morocco
Lean my seat back, count my guap hoe
Been steady getting my bands up
Copped me a strap, a new crib, and a tesla
Your pussy shit just don't fit in my agenda
Everyone know that you're just a pretender, huh
Eventually, you're gonna fade away
Swallowing truth is like razor blades
Straight down the gullet
A chest full of bullets
The trigger, I pulled it
I'm here to stay

Ay, Lucifer ravenous
I cannot handle this
Handle my devil shit
I been so devilish
I cannot handle this
Hand on my grip
Hand on my tip
Slit on my wrists, ay
Pussy boy
Pussy boy, running my tail
Pussy boy
Pussy boy, destined to fail
Tell me, does your momma know
Does she know you're dead, hoe
Tell me, does your momma know
Does she know you're dead, hoe
Tell me, does your momma know
Does she know you're dead, hoe
I got no doubts that I'm dead, ay
I got a blade dipped in red, grah
Call me a devil or call me a god
Either way I'm the one that's commanding you all
Ay, used to be broke, I couldn't eat
Now I got a wallet that be bursting at the seams
Loadin' up the forty five and tuck it in my jeans
I ain't scared of shit when I'm walking through these streets
I paint pictures
Flow Picasso
Surplus bars like this shit Costco
First class flight off to Morocco
Lean my seat back, count my guap hoe
Been steady getting my bands up
Copped me a strap, a new crib, and a tesla
Your pussy shit just don't fit in my agenda
Everyone know that you're just a pretender, huh
Eventually, you're gonna fade away
Swallowing truth is like razor blades
Straight down the gullet
A chest full of bullets
The trigger, I pulled it
I'm here to stay