Eden

[Verse 1: Dominic Fike]

Backhouse in the outskirts

Tryna get 'em out skirts, then we out

(Skrrt)

Swerve bitch, not a word bitch

I pull off, then they cursin' me out, puttin' words in my mouth

Ike, D-O-M

Ask the bitches, we know them

I be gettin' money with the chicos and them

Then I run it back, just to match up with Chico and them

(Wooh!)

[Bridge: Dominic Fike]

B-H low key, don't tell nobody baby

Don't need no cup, let's share the bottle baby

B-H low key, don't tell nobody baby

Don't need no cup, let's share the bottle baby

Get 'em, Ike!

[Verse 2: Ike Offline]

*Evil laughs* (Aw shit)

Nigga it's the B-H-M (Back House)

Ike Lysergic (Fuck nigga that's him)

Seven 'rillos to the face (Blue Cheese)

Butter tims, 40 O-E X C-M to the brim (Damn)

Aw shit father god not again, told my ass I gotta stop(Can't bruh, amen)

So no offense, in defense, can't pretend in a sense

That these sins will suspend to the men that repent

Rollin' in the cut

Break down the guts

Blood, sweat, and tears nigga

Passed in that blunt

Look I don't give a fuck

Hurricane swishin' in my system nigga (Erupt)

G'd up like I'm D. Thomas

Gold watch, all-purpose (Hunnid yardage)

Gold hash, black ash (Trunk seats tarnish)

Ford Chevy hot box with that base squadron

Bass slidin', quit ya whining

With yo' scary ass quit hidin'

House mob nigga slay 'em all so silent

Sayonara and I'm thrashin' with the riots(Yup, yup)

We the half seen, half told (But we ain't half assin' shit nigga)

We full go

Bombarded by these bitches and a half O

Taskforce straight ax scalpin' niggas skulls (Woah)

[Verse 3: Ike Offline]

I feel like I'm in the garden of Eden

Eatin',breathin', chiefin' all these trees in

Eyes low, bloodshot red, nigga I'm bleedin'

Weed so loud can't even hear my preachers preaches

(And that's sad honestly)

(It is what it is)

(Excuse my tautology)

And why we sellin' souls for the fame, such a shame

My nigga that's blasphemy

Solitude confinement, eyes wide alignment

On a pale path took, the feelin' so enticing

Just to cease of the abyss of demons that I'm fightin'

Fear no man but god, but man I'm frightened

Rack 'em up first 48

Mind full of pain (heart full of hate)

Tar black raw oh we don't play it safe

Save yo ass from the facts that we got what it takes

The fuck am I sayin'

Really I'm just a shamanistic Saigon, part pacifist

But you try me nigga, I might stab a bitch(ARGHHH!)

I'm not playin'

Well protected by the well selected

Cut 'em off, show no love and nope, don't regret it (Nope)

(Man fuck this shit, aye Slyte we goin' to intermission right now)

(Aye fuck it, let's get it then nigga)

[Beat Change]

(Slyte approves)

(Ike, stop playin' with these niggas man, get 'em!)

[Verse 4: Ike Offlina]

(I gotchu)

Back House Task Force Mob Militia

Swishin' liquor, fuck who with ya

You don't feel us, then then that's yo ass nigga

I swear to god I gotta find it

Open minded see the blindly, wash the grimy

Heal it timely, 'cause we need it, thank you kindly

Oh, you don't like me, fuckin' try me

Wouldn't do it if you wise, you sensitive bitch

Oh please don't remind me

I'm the reverend of this cycle, slice my tongue a bleedin' tooth

Cause niggas lie a thousand truths, I'm tryna save a thousand youths nigga

(Oh yeah I think they goin' to like this)