Love Kills Slowly (feat. Fat Nick & Night Lovell) - DJ Scheme, Ski Mask the Slump God & Danny Towers

MTM, hit 'em with heat Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream Yeah, I'm really what I talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk I'ma head-shooter, knock your top off My Oxys like my shooters, they really slidin' shit I can't see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch Fish scale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch Fifty on the Rollie, that's a bust down I can't keep on floodin' out 'cause I'm too scared to drown I'm a dog, I'm a dog, no Georgetown He like an umpire, finna catch rounds Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me 'case they pressin' This an XD .40, I don't play with Smith & Wessons Long range, broad day, it don't matter, watch me stretch him Yeah, I'm still two and oh, why they try to make me felon? I got love for my gang, ain't no way that I could tell 'em Bitch, it's death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin' Big steppin' in Adidas, yeah, I put the Gucci down Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear 'em in the house She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival

Made plans with me and all your friends I'm late again, I hate to keep you waiting Tried to be a gentleman Got drunk again, before I even made it Tried to call a car for you You're tired of me, I knew you wouldn't take it You walked a mile in Louis Vuittons And fucked 'em up, you know that they're my favorite But we dress up and play pretend Then we act like we're good again I do things I can't defend And even when you hold it in Hold it, even though it kills you slowly Explosions, hidden when we're in the open Keep on smiling, until it's over Hold it, even though it kills you slowly Arguments that never end You're talkin' shit, to spice up conversation I'm so sick of back and forth These fights with you are startin' to feel contagious Said that I'm no good for you Right before we walk into your parents' Then you put on that smile again And grabbed my hand, even though you hate it But we dress up and play pretend Then we act like we're good again I do things I can't defend And even when you hold it in Hold it, even though it kills you slowly Explosions, hidden when we're in the open Keep on smiling, until it's over Hold it, even though it kills you slowly Oh but, but it-it, won't but, I said You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't Oh but, but it-it, won't but, I said You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't Hold it, even though it kills you slowly Explosions, hidden when we're in the open And keep on smiling, until it's over Hold it, even though it kills you slowly Oh but, but it-it (Hold it) Won't but, I said (Even though it kills you slowly) You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't Oh but, but it-it (Explosions) Won't but, I said (Hidden when we're in the open) You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't Oh but, but it-it (Keep on) Won't but, I said (Smiling) You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't (Until it's over) Oh but, but it-it (Hold it) Won't but, I said (Even though it kills you slowly) You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't

Posted by the corner, caught that gas Changin every day, with that sight, from the past Damn my bitch say I'm a goner, she say I'm blessed To tell me that I'll never make it straight back up that path All the glass broke in the dark room, 10 o' clock Strikin then I wait, put your body in the shop Drinkin water through the motherfuckin journey to the top I come with shit you say I never really put back in the pot From the rain from the forest with the sounds low Change know I got that - ain't no joke, hoe You probably think I'm tryin Look beyond the body and make sure this ain't no fishin toll Shit... ice fall down Starin at the well flow well beneath the ground Based with a case by the pound Ride real quick, roll up in your damn town Right up in your motherfuckin town I pull up with that coat, white suit, all around Lack of the knowledge that you say Talkin bout the motherfuckin problems of today All black whip, cash in the zip Grab that shit, whole bag, don't trip North Leather seat, Northface lime green Only pack cash for my motherfuckin team, yeah Bitch you never, bitch you never Bitch you never came to me and claim that you so clever Bitch you never, I'mma get her Lost in the web full of fuckin trend-setters Find me on the game show Simply told you that I really got that cash flow You never wanna know Heat from the motherfuckin fire, take a seat Nigga tell me bout the baddest bitches that I wanna meet Fuck nigga still, laid her by the mill Focus on the bills, simmer down, how that feel Bitch go down, shake it for a nigga Yeah, forget about that nigga Always in that place, never fuckin late Chase at the sight of that motherfuckin gate Doin shit, people never really wanna try to do I take the pain from the side as I fall through As I fall through... fall through... through Lace down, face down Take that crown, talk to the ground I do it again, I never repent Sleep in a tent, down all way

Y'all DJ Scheme, little bitch Nuri G.O.A.T That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it She my little roller, said she fucked Gunna She said, "I could shut you up," I said, "Bitch, I don't want it" I said, "Shut the fuck up, come talk to me 'bout some money" I be with some Zoes but you know my niggas bleedin' She gon' get me leanin', out here with no beamin' Fell in love with a chopper, keep that sucker in between us Fuck a booby-trap, I'm throwin' racks up like Serena He said he want smoke, we gon' press him like panini We gon' spin around, we don't play, put drums on the AK Go get him out of the way, you get hit, now it's too late We gon' spin around, we don't play, put drums on the AK Go get him out of the way, you get hit, now it's too late That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it She all in her feelin', soon as I nut, I'm dippin' Got a lil' bitch wishin', and hopin' I don't go missin' She hope the show don't get lapped Put her on the pin like the ref, cuban ice make her sweat I don't wanna fuck one nat, I just wanna go stack checks She just wanna do it from the jets, we were riding 'round with TECs So, all in white, just flex, serve another plate for the fam' We'll beef over a cigarette, she a freak, all I want head Could've wished your bitch in my bed One beer did no TEC, one beer did no TEC That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it