NICOTINE lyrics

[Intro: BLCKK]
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
Ah, ah

[Pre-Chorus: BLCKK]
I just walked inside the party, feel like Yarri, got my gun on me
Half of y'all gon' die, the other half of y'all still f*ck with me (b*tch)
Tell me something I don't know already, b*tch, quit duckin' me (Yeah, yeah)
I was BTD so I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin'

[Chorus: BLCKK]
b*tch, f*ck how you feel, uh (Ah)
Steppin' in this b*tch alone, like what's the deal? (Yeah, b*tch)
Yeah, b*tch, f*ck how you feel (Woah)
I just came because I'm lookin' for a bill (Ah, ah, yeah)

[Verse 1: BLCKK & CXRPSE]
Yeah, yeah, I'm putting holes inside y'all CRV
Then whippin' that b*tch back inside the shop and get it fixed for me (Oh, yeah)
Next time you put y'all f*ckin' eyes on me
The windows tinted, bulletproof the body, faggot, f*ck with me (Yeah)
I don't know nobody name, b*tch, pick a lane
And keep y'all f*ckin' foot off mine, nobody gotta die today (Woah)
Yeah, two-hundred-fifty for a conversation (Yeah)
Yeah, y'all dumb as f*ck, y'all know you can't replace me (Ah)
Yeah, I burnt that b*tch up, it's a celebration, uh
Make sure his momma can't go see his face (Ah)
Yeah, put you to sleep, it's no more nothin', b*tch (Shut the f*ck up, yeah)
[Chorus: BLCKK]
B-b-b*tch, f*ck how you feel, uh
Steppin' in this b*tch alone, like what's the deal?
Uh, yeah, b*tch, f*ck how you feel (Woah)
I just came because I'm lookin' for a bill (Ah, yeah)
b*tch, f*ck how you feel (Yeah)
Steppin' in this b*tch alone, like what's the deal? (Woah)
Yeah, b*tch, f*ck how you feel (Woah, ah)
I just came because I'm lookin' for a bill (Ah, b*tch, yeah)

[Verse 2: CXRPSE]
(Yeah) Everybody in this b*tch finna die
Wait a second, I'ma teach yo' ass a lesson
Big guns, Smith & Wesson, uh
pus*y, I got weaponry you've never seen
John Cena, can't see me when I'm in the ring
I'ma pull up like ICP, smokin' nicotine
Push a rap n*gga to the side like I'm flickin' beans
Boy, you don't want smoke (f*ck), I'll bring the K to their own show
Burn the venue to the ground, I get up and I murder what she wrote (b*tch)
pus*y, now I'm coming for yo' throat

[Interlude: CXRPSE]
I didn't write this verse
So I don't really know what else to do
[Verse 3: CXRPSE]
Yeah, this is my AI now, and I been on my sh*t
And if you hatin' on me, then get up off my di*k
Pull up to yo' show, and stomp you in my Rick
These n*ggas wearing Rick Owens but still be owin' they rent
(Hahaha, hahaha)

[Chorus: BLCKK]
Bi-bi-b*tch, f*ck how you feel, uh
Steppin' in this b*tch alone, like what's the deal?
Uh, yeah, b*tch, f*ck how you feel (Woah)
I just came because I'm lookin' for a bill (Ah, yeah)