Kill Bill: The Rapper, Ashtin Larold & Issbrokie Joe Pera
[Intro]
So where would you happen to find one of those?
[Verse 1: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
I faced a blunt out front the venue with a stack of fans
Thought I could cook it in the bag like it was Zatarain's
Chasing stars 'til I bled from the welts, got caught inside the same color
Tryna stretch on the veldt, ayy, ayy
Big Billy, since then, we was on fire
Shit kill me, sicilian chrome tires
Sideways, I sat, father, forgive me, I mustn't flexed
Pity, pity, it's hideous, like hickeys, I'm on they neck
Obsidian, let's reflect
I'm dippin' to get thе check, it was written
I'm workin' stiff, it's a symphony of the flеsh
Get stretched, made it home from the movies
Told me not to break a leg, I think I'm Kota Ibushi
Style as a smoothie, cut the cream from the flat
Greg Jennings, how I run it, put the team on my back, what, what?
It ain't nothin' to get it, you gotta keep it
Took a thousand yards stare off my face and then I freaked it
[Verse 2: Ashtin Larold]
Deep breath, inhaled and exhaled
Cashier knows my first name from cigarette sales
"Cash or credit?" I swiped it before she said it
Smoke fillin' up the Camry like I'm driving to a chem trail
Thirty rack, a miller high like riding passenger
Pulled one out the pack, like working hard to rent excalibur
I whip a '99, 12, they're like a challenger
Nothing on my calendar, I'm just a weary traveler
I've got nothing to do, nowhere to be
I got no one to see, it's only me
What some call loneliness, others call freedom
What some call a life, I might call a [?]
My responsibilities are few and far between
I treat an obligation like I'm fighting in a coliseum
If it don't bring me joy or money, I don't need 'em
Treat my jobs just like my father treated me, I f..ckin' leave 'em
Wasn't cool enough to join 'em, so I beat 'em
Now they ask me what it feels like being famous when I see 'em
I tell 'em I still haven't made it past the tryouts
Maybe when I make it, I can tell 'em when I find out
Can't wait to sign out, can't wait for privacy
Can't wait until my life is something only I can see
I'll probably buy a boat and start a f..ckin' winery
Until then, it's just a price of notoriety (Don't you want it?)
[Bridge: ISSBROKIE]
Yeah, yeah
Mrs. Hollywood in the f..ckin' building, ISSBROKIE, bitch, you know what the f..ck it is
Here with two legends, Ashtin and Kill Bill
I'ma just, I'ma just let this shit go
First day back, motherfucker, look
[Verse 3: ISSBROKIE]
I don't write hooks, I'm a punchline rapper, get it?
Bitch spittin' different since you dues ain't knew the bools was hittin'
I'm agnostic, rockin' Chrome, it ain't my true religion
Mix it with the quenches, I been with the wack since had a kizzle, huh
Wait, first day back, it got imagined different
Probably baskin' asses 'fore you [?] tracks are renting
Look, Mrs. Hollywood, ISSBROKIE, back in business
Y'all don't really want it like pajama sets on early Christmas
I'll probably suck a dick before I let y'all think it's dumb
Wishin' nothin' crazy, make 'em think, like maybe, I'm just smokin' blunts
Laughin' at these rappers throwin' hits while they not mixin' one
I smack 'em 'cross the ocean, watch 'em float into the distant sun
Yeah, on a Monday, I let 'em know what's sense
Sweatin' 'em up in specific ways, been different, no specific buffs
I'm kind of like Kill Bill, might go ball from all this written stuff
Since RICHIE!, knew to till in stadiums, a bitch ain't did enough since BOMINATION!
I ain't tryna politick
I just let the guala hit to give it to the trapper blond [?] bitch
Call my bitch just to hear her call me rich
She love it when I'm confident, in confidence, no [?]
Dollar commas all I get
I'm just getting by, I promise all of this
Prioritize my mama, Oakland, all that shit that got me this
No ice is split, no, optomotrist, I ain't doing better than y'all
The hottest bitch, my optics been the top of eagles, Oculus
Who the f..ck movin' like it's blue and talkin' crazy?
Way she scoot it, duffy carry more kilos than a movie truck
Police on her ass, tinted glass, kill and shoot to bust
Blue is bucks, droppin' out the trunk, how they knew it's us?
Kaboom, it's up, rappers talkin' crazy 'cause they stupid, bruh
[?] and dead, I'm doin' this for money, check my studi' card
Got blackened sheets, pillows 'cause I'm sleepin' at your newest cuts
When I backed away, I did this take to only do it once, stupid
[Outro: ISSBROKIE]
That's what I expected
ISSBROKIE, bitch, Mrs. Hollywood in the f..ckin' building
The one take got it
You already know who the f..ck it is in this bitch
Shoutout Kill Bill, shoutout Ashtin
Shoutout whoever produced this heavenly-ass beat (Ohbliv), goddamn
I'm hyped up, I'm 'bout to go play, uh
Tomodachi Life on my Switch 2
I don't know why I just said that like it was an ad, but
Bitch (It's not fair)
