Shit Blood

[Verse]

Wikset, Wik-what, Pat's cat kicks cups, uh, uh, look

Wikset, Wik-what, Pat's cat kicks cups that he sipped up

Symptoms, over there they getting licked up

Not licked like getting my dick sucked, like liquor to my gut 'til I shit blood, yuck

Wha-what mothafucka what (What)

What you gotta say, mothafucka, what

[Verse]

My friends, a lot of them turned memories

And nah, they ain't even dead

I see it's rightfully so but I'm still upset

Gotta stick to the goal, hold up my head

Keep it cruising, perusing, we ain't losing

Doing this shit with my Jewish, Black, Latin, Rasputins

That's the Russians, crushing

Shit been busting since I crushed on Victoria Lagano

I don't know, am I a pro, no

I'm playing a whole different kind of role

Whoa, fuck it, must I trust I

Fuss, why, with my fucking luck so high