Izaguirre - Drink Bleach ft. kris is dead, Oxycaution, Advancers lyrics

[Intro: Oxycaution & Advancers] Who's getting f**ed? Remember the chick that I filmed? OK, it was dark and I was texting my dad and I was- n***a, all I can hear in the background is you James. Shut the f** up [Skit: kris is dead, Advancers, & Oxycaution] What is this? Oh my f**ing god What is this? Bro, what is this sh**? I love you, but I'm trying to listen to this n***as sh**ty a** verse and all I hear is you What is this? What the f** (mocking lyrics)-s** a f**ing dick Y'all can't be serious Crusty a** n***as Is this it? What did he just say? fu*k 909 [Verse 1: kris is dead] Try to stay confident but your sh** garbage Try to retort boy, I ain't even started co*k back the Glock, then you gon' get blasted Swerve off a highway, die like a savage Bathing in bleach ever since I was born f** with the bull boy, you gon' get the horns Should've thought twice, a duo of soph*mores f** on a b**h, bring her back, and pop yours Both of these pussies trying to throw shade Whip grippin', flick my wrist, extend my blade Both of y'all struggling just to get laid Extendo clip, let 'em RIP, you got played Dump a couple bodies, here come in the crows Tell a b**h to bend over, make her touch her toes f**ed with the gang that you should've never chose Lyric game icy, got my soup froze p**y boys [Verse 2: Oxycaution] I don't f** with n***as who just try to flex Cut your head off at the f**ing neck Bleachboy$ we run up and k** your f**ing a** Shut the f** up, your music's trash 'You know I f**ed your b**h,' hell no you f**ing didn't You got a little dick, little b**h Little meat I'll grab a hoe, bet you won't beat f** a verse, I'm fired up Shooting at you, better duck 909 boys, what a joke When it comes to dick I bet you choke Blood lust on the track Your n***a is f**ing wack f** a diss track now I'm sending f**ing shots Venom in my bullets so your blood won't f**ing clot, yuh Wearing blue but my eyes red Better get your man 'fore he ends up dead Ashes in my blunt like a n***a was smoking Jews Throw you in a pot, whipping up b**h n***a stew You know a k**er has to end hard Jump on your face like it's f**ing Stomp The Yard b**h [Verse 3: Advancers] 909 kids, man they sounding average Try to f** my b**h but she don't talk to f*ggots And I try to get my level but I'm living savage And I doubt they even know real trap sh**, yuh Bleachboy$ gon' bleach they motherf**ing dreams 'Here my house address,' boy, what the f** you mean? Why you gotta send a fake addy? Did you use your grandma house or your daddy's? Yuh, yuh Y'all are undercla**men Please give me a break Said you want the beef, n***a I cook the steak And you f**ed with the gang that's a big mistake And you try to front up with your life now that's debate What, what Y'all looking like the kids from the Brady Bunch And I bet y'all ask on your moms for lunch Say you getting p**y but you's the c*nts Looking at you still got milk in your cups I'm advancing on your f**ing baby faces Seeing that you tryna get on first while I'm running up the bases Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh