Yeah
I'm not Tyga
But I still am Tyga
Ayy (David)
Mr. Worldwide (David)
Look, I'ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
Graveyard pack, smoke crack, 4 a.m.
Hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
Pumpkins talking to me, tryna tell me kill again
I got a bloody ass wrist, bloody-ass fits
And if your shit not bloody, you can go and suck a dick
Me and David hangin' out with demons in the crib
Only getting bald fades 'cause we ballin' out this bitch
Angels in my cup, Demons pour me up
King of Halloween, coked up in the club
You was on a roll, now your grave is getting dug
And if you don't fuck with David, I could never dap you up
Look, I'ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
Graveyard pack, smokе crack, 4 a.m.
Hit the nightmare dance, all my friеnds are dead
Pumpkins talking to me, tryna tell me kill again (David)
All my friends are dead, Dead Kennedys (David)
Hop up out the bed then I take some ketamine
Feel like Soulja Boy, I hop up out the bed
Cut you with a pencil, I'ma fill you up with lead
I feel like the X-Files, scary shit, I'm not talking Ted
I was too geeked up, I didn't hear what the fuck you said (David)
Fuck her 'til she's screaming real loud, 'til I'm deaf
Eight ball of coke, score the ball like the Mets
Nightmare dance, move my arms from side to side
I'm off drugs and she likes it when I lie
I can't lose, if you win it's just a tie
I'm so fucking fancy, I'm not talking suit and tie
Look, I'ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
Graveyard pack, smoke crack, 4 a.m.
Hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
Pumpkins talking to me, tryna tell me kill again
(David)