​it’s dark and hell is hot Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

I just wanna make it home, got on my Air Vision Pros
I killed my own default mode

This ho told me I’m a dog, but all my b!tches say
“I can’t even fake this sh!t, I can’t be no basic b!tch”
On my knees in front of God, but I’m not even faithful
I can keep no secrets, baby, don’t even speak it

Walk in that b!tch, ayy, stick a fork in that b!tch, ayy
I’m lit, I’m not gonna lie, the switch cheaper than wine
My hips be keeping the fire, your missus be missin’ my lies
I switched from suit to goth to a dime
The wrist do flips to keep her enticed

This ho told me I’m a dog, but all my b!tches say
“I can’t even fake this sh!t, I can’t be no basic b!tch”
On my knees in front of God, but I’m not even faithful
I can keep no secrets, baby, don’t even speak it

Bruh, I cannot take n!ggas fakin’ like this
They never met me, but be on my d!ck
How you don’t care, but you got an—
How you don’t care, but you got an opinion?
Smoking your fav’, like I’m takin’ a swig
Hating for free but you can’t pay your rent
If you’re gonna d!ck-ride, make it make cents
If you just gone wave bye, don’t diss then
I can count all my industry friends on my hands
And my n!ggas, they be in demand
Private-school rappers don’t know what it is
If I show you a Drac’, I ain’t playin’ with kids
You n!ggas loop it and leave it, I’m never repeatin’
That bullsh!t ain’t worth leaking
Hit the deck
These n!ggas hit the deck (I hit the deck)
Ain’t on sh!t
These n!ggas ain’t on sh!t (They ain’t on sh!t)
f**k that b!tch
I’ma say f**k that b!tch (Ayy, f**k that b!tch)
Too cold at this
I’m too cold at this

Real n!ggas do real things
Hoes wanna f**k on a n!gga for some change
Anybody try me, I’ma make a stain
Anybody try me, I’ma make a stain

(Brasil)