death note • (highsoulja + devilship)

warmed up to write another Chorus 1: (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait) You can't get Mad if I do it again, I just walked into a Dub and I'll do it again, she said she just wanna Fuck, so we do it as friends, yeah, it's true in the End... I'm a fool with the Pen... write a line and I'll do it Again... yeah, always right on time, I'm just used to the Win... so get used to it, so get used to it Verse 1: Look at my neck: it's glitched Look at my wrist: restarted I'm an expensive bitch You did not pick these garments I been the shit, I'm charming Y'all are just aura farming, oh Pull up, I'm dropping 6 And I'm just getting started "Lucky streak" so I could probably do the same thing Fucked her well, so of course, do the same thing Tell me if you're wanting more, I'll arrange it All these fifties on the floor with the Franklins It's Team Future to the core, never changed shit I can't tell if I'm the whore or my main bitch She just let me through the door in my plain fit My pen mighty like my sword, red eye really make you Stain clothes, choppa called for rain coats, I just caught the opps and Chain smoked, watch me run it, run it, stop the watch: Usain Bolt I-I just need to use you, ain't no staying close, watch 'em drop Pachinko, w-want the coupe or Range Rove, you want proof I'm staying low Chorus 1: (Wait, wait, wait) You can't get Mad if I do it again, I just walked into a Dub and I'll do it again, she said she just wanna Fuck, so we do it as friends, yeah, it's true in the End... I'm a fool with the Pen... write a line and I'll do it Again... yeah, always right on time, I'm just used to the Win... so get used to it, so get used to it Chorus 2: // Y'all shit sound like pot pans, she plays me with hot hands Y'all niggas ain't no Rockman, said you're "twin": we're not mans Looks my hand got hot, looks my hand got hot I hit 20, 30, 40, and I'm not gon' stop // Verse 2: I put my pen on the pad and I look at Ryuk like "boy, fuck it, we winning again" Even my "lesser than"s still be obsessed with the man, I can only step out with a ten, I just cook up the Message, I'm texting whatever she wanted to hear, I'm just playing pretend Boy, I feel like a genius, I write like I'm Zenas, shit had to be hot when I severed the hand, hollup (man, I severed the hand) ...die 'cause I said so Niggas gassed up like petrol, got your death date on schedule I just wanna see y'all heads roll, niggas don't got shit special Every line down is death row, in love with the game: it's betrothed Boy, I'm on ten like "let's go" angeltype tie for the next show Outro: Real niggas know lightning does strike twice I been had mine in a bottle, listen Y'all don't even got an iota, not even a modicum Shit