Dylan Ross
Increase My High
[Verse 1]
You a plastic bitch, suck a plastic dick
This situation got drastic quick
I'ma have to split after I blast my dick on your on your plastic lips like acid drips
Your dad don’t know me but he wouldn’t like me
That motherfucker bought me new nikes
Polo shirt, shrimp, steak and purp
I be fucking up his house when he leave for work
Dirty cards go hard bitch buy some beer
Fuck his baby girl in the mouth and rear
She used to cheer, at the football games
But fuck that shit bitch footballs lame
Playboy insane
Brainwash her brain, shit is off the chain like soft cocaine
Got a slut in the trunk, don’t give a fuck
But if she wanna fuck J then she busting buts
80s baby spitting 90s game
This little rich bitch is a lemon lame
So I got her trained till her pockets rain
Cause also J ain’t nothing but a pulla mane
Keep a hoe in check if she cashing checks
Bitch break bread bitch I break ya neck
Little baby squirt, leave her cookies hurt
Treat a slut like dirt, I ain’t Captain Kirk

[Hook]
[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
One hand is on the pistol the other is on the blunt
I smoke like Devin The Dude and smash any bitch I want
I want a crustypunk
Bitch I can treat like trash
Cooked her a vegan meal and now I’m hitting from the back
The smoke is up in my lungs
The chicken is in my brain
Ana got me clicking itching to cut you like Candymane
Shouts out to the Tiny mane
Creep on you like leper cunt
Rolling up to [?] buckness
Evil like deception
I’m in the hotel suite, with women with tack on face
She says she had good bloodline till I showed her my mask erased
Balaclava on the dome you see the evil from within
Ashin’ on ya fucking grave and pithy stangin’ till the end bitch

[Hook]