Split-Screen

[Intro: Louie Pastel]
–Die (Who wanna die, who wanna–)

[Chorus: Louie Pastel, Felix]
We had to take a lil’ while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them figures is out
Fuck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my dick in her mouth? (Yuh)

[Verse 1: Felix]
In school I was made fun of
For the way I talk my grammar
I’m African like Bambaataa
Bet they all love hearing me now
Bet them same ones lovin’ our sound
Stayin’ at home was a problem
I was playin’ games, wanna do albums
Meanwhile my grades would suffer
Ay, ay, ay, did that shit for a whole summer
Now my parents thought that was a bummer
And I might catch salmonella
All this chickеn that I touch, raw
And some women that I fucked, too raw
Niggas wanna play a gamе, I saw
Now there’s blood all over these walls
Ay, ay ay, in my past life, I was an otter
Where I’d backstroke in that water
Overseas, hey, pardon my manners
This shit magic, part of my manner
This swag deep steel like armor
Got blues around my collar
But I still feel I gotta work harder

[Chorus: Louie Pastel]
We had to take a lil’ while with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them figures is out
Fuck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my dick in her mouth?

[Verse 2: Louie Pastel]
Bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles, I fucked up my kidney
You talkin’ that bullshit, my nigga, my nigga, you cannot get rid’ me
I cannot fuck with them niggas no more, them niggas is iffy
I do not fuck with 100 no more, better keep it 150, uh
I had no roof over my head, don’t believe in ceilings, huh
Had to part his eyelids, niggas couldn’t hear his feelin’, huh
Walked up in the buildin’, had one hand up on my phallus, huh
Walked up in the buildin’, treat this bitch like it’s my palace, huh
Better come near me with good intentions, not no malice, huh
Trust me, I know niggas that bang harder than a mallet, huh
Give my bitch some shrooms and now she startin’ to feel like Alice, huh
Trippin’ gon be easy just because she think I’m valid

[Chorus: Louie Pastel]
We had to take a lil’ walk with this shit, had to figure it out
Bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them figures is out
Fuck all that rock shit, my nigga, we letting this nigga shit out
Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my dick in her mouth?