Top Songs By Ethan Ross
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ethan Ross
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Yampolsky
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sensu
Producer
Nanimal
Producer
Lyrics
Suck my dick from the front to the back
Turn the blunt to an ash on my tongue, then I laugh
Fuck punching a bag, ima punch on your ass
'Til your blood finna splash from your mug getting cracked
Bitch ima masochist, I be loving the pain
I'm fucking deranged, I'm cutting through your jugular vein
I'm like a cannibal at war, my body covered in paint
I put ya body parts into ya fucking oven to bake
I like to say the type of shit to only get reaction
The reason I going far ahead in this rap shit
The reason they be always hating and a they said ima bastard
That's the reason why yo bitch giving me head in the bathroom
Ima bit of degenerate who generating revenue
They be eating dust and now I'm kicking up the residue
Turning y'all ashes and we smoking it like medical
I meditate to mediate my ego, but pussyboi I'm incredible
Exceptional, borderline unacceptable
I think I got borderline personality, Im mental tho
Always push an envelope, they not up on my level no
I be rocking hella shows in places you would never go
Bitch boi, know I finna destroy
Pulling up to smack y'all, ion hear ya diss joint
Leaving y'all disjointed, you lil chips ahoy cookie ass
Pussy ass, crying, you a big boy
Tip point right into ya heart bitch
And growing up I was never the one to start shit
Now look at you getting you all stabbed up
Bagged up, why we doing that cus you garbage
Bitch
I don't need a co-sign to thrive, people loving the vibe
And to be honest a lot of y'all aren't matching the drive
That I got from the times I ain't wanna be alive
I'm getting under ya skin and I'm breaking out like im hives
I'm fine, thanks for the question for real
Thirsty muhfuckas all need a bev for the meal
Ya life is a lie but ya death is for real
Like 40 of y'all never gon step to me still
She was my friend and then we started fucking
She act like she don't got the same emotions
People all ask me about how much money I stack
But don't ask how my day is going
They treat my life like a concept
These hoes treat it like a contest
I wanted love, y'all just want sex
I fuck her friend so she say that she want next (damn)
I see the dark and find light in it
I treat all my emotions like a light prism
I try your homie, see if he got fight in 'em
I got his blood stains all on my nice denim
I just spent two racks on True Religion
That shit a bar in itself, I ain't kidding
All of these rappers pussy with they groupchats
You ain't a gangsta, you discord kitten
(MEOW)
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