Distopia ft. Witcho Melo Lyrics

Don't tell me what's in the bag,

Don't do it

Don't do it

Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now

With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit wow

Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now

Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now

Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now

With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit wow

Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now

Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now

Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now

With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit

Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now

Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now

Meta knight, snake skin, gotta wear the boots

Let the rich niggas talk, if they wanna hear the truth

I was trippin' off this French model, she was givin' head

Told the bitch that I'm killin' man, I want him dead in

Back to the basics, I'm on a mission

Okay, yeah

Back to the basics, I'm on a mission

They say I'm losin', but that shit is obviously fiction

I put the truth in the shit

So really no need for the gimmicks

One of the things gon' turn

When they need some shit from the realest

I'm breakin' the modes and the chains

They say fame turn you cold

But shit, nigga, I'm still the same

Way ahead of my time

Put stock in the game

Still smokin', I'm strong

No more runnin' from the law

Thank the Lord that I got away

Lookin' like I'm goin' in

Give a fuck, knowin' this

Ayy

This shit never been hard, it's just ventin

Smokin' on pack is my prescription

Y'all niggas so science fiction

Throwin' up the deuces in the crowd

Like I'm Nixon

But please, I'm tryin' to put my mind at ease

Plus I'm turnin' up the heat

Cause I got all degrees

And when it's said and done

Y'all be beggin' on your knees

For me to give y'all niggas a little bit of room

So y'all can breathe

For the soul that wears the sheath

And the souls that wears the breasts

And the heart gotta pause to breathe

And me, myself, and I can finally rest

From pushin' all this, all this, all this

Me, myself, and I can finally rest

From pushin' all this, all this

Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now

With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit wow

Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now

Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now

Skeletons walkin' down Main Street now

With the dead presidents talkin' bullshit wow

Grab a chopper off his head, it's business now

Let the dead presidents talk your bullshit now

Imma trap that bitch

Hoes can't remove my shit

I'm impressed

Baby girl do a split

Right down on my dick

You're a star

That shit take you far

Foreign brains and cars

That shit hard

Three hoes in the cars

Now that bitch is gone

Yeah