DILLOM (BZRP Music Sessions #9)

Ey, yah, ey
Dillom
TBB
Yah, ey
Leston
Ey, ey, yah, ey, ey

This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage

This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage

This is tra', yours is garbage
Your girl called me because she wants an adventure
She comes with me because I'm a beauty
And I go with her because I get hard

They tell me: Ey, Dillom, your shows are crazy
But I don't pay attention to them because I'm always in one
If that guy acts cool, we give him the tuna
They drink half a Rivo' and it leaves them from the cradle

Son of a bitch, they killed Kenny
Do they want to hit me? I ask: How many?
Do they want to pay me? I only accept a milli'
Because if it's less, don't call me on the cell

Pussy rapper, henna tattoo
I go to the club, with my dick out
The brands and record labels suck my dick
I don't have a penny, but I do it my way

Yours is garbage, little brother (little brother)
Every time I sing it's a crime (crime)
Yesterday a ratchet told me
Ey, Dillom, don't stop; how delicious!

Hmm, I want bills and count them by twenties
They want to send me to rehab like I'm Amy
Fuck on a bitch named Laurel or Yanny
I don't remember the name because of the Xanny

Playing Ouija on your mother's grave
I don't care if they want to kill me
My dad stressed, my mom in jail
I'm taking pills to die sooner

He thinks he's cooler
Because they fill his ass with chains
What a regrettable role, uh
They do everything for fame, yah

But I'm tired, jeh
I'ma shoot you in the head, uh
Ended like Cobain, weh
Pieces of brain fly, yah

This is trash, yours is garbage (garbage)
This is trash, yours is garbage (garbage)
This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage

This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage
This is trash, yours is garbage

(Son of a bitch, they killed Kenny)