Who is ACOT? - Acot

Getting topped off, tryna get my rocks off

Trippin' quite a bit, strugglin' to get my socks off

Skeet, now my cock’s soft, now it’s time to go home

Not a fuckin' home so I roam like my mind does (Damn)

This a fine buzz but frankly, it is not enough

Find my local Pizza Hut and shoot it up to get a kick

Next cop to stop me better give me sloppy toppy

But if he doesn’t, blow kisses at his fuckin' cousin (Mwah)

At his funeral, pull up lookin' beautiful

Another piggy dead, shoulda stayed up in that cubicle

Getting topped off, tryna get my socks off

Bump Mariah Carey, sell my soul for some Pop Rocks

Pop lock, drop stop and roll like my eyes do

When a record label call me up like «Can we sign you?»

Like «Can we sign you?»

Like «Can we sign you?»

Like «Can we sign you?»

Like «Can we sign you?»

Black shoes and my lungs are black too

Lucifer been on me like a tattoo

I don’t got a soul to give, that’s a past due

Was gonna ask you if you wanna chop it up

Poppin' up like a weasel do

No, I’m not a human, never been afraid of you

Sinnin' ass angel, that’s what I’m supposed to do

God just hit my phone and told me «Never call again», damn

I’m a liar, or maybe I’m too fuckin' honest

Shakin' dice, cause I just know the people want it

Throw my conscious a place you never wanna go

Blind satisfaction like a glory hole, woah

Spit a bit and make you think of it

Think of what I’m sayin', I ain’t sayin' shit

I’m just dancin', waitin' for my crucifixion

No religion, I will never be forgiven

Kickin' heels, I’m just tryna go home

Wherever that is

It’s where my chest lays, wait

Show money, spend it on some new kicks

Dope money, spend it on a cute bitch