Collecting Tears
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Collecting Tears lyrics

AlbumAll Eyes on Shiest
Year2026
GenreHip Hop Rap
Original languageEnglish
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Mm, off my face I collect tears off of your face, I collect– Blrrd, blrrd I collect tears off of your face, when I bop out, start bumpin' Drac' We got the drops, I'm runnin' late, ain't got no shoes on, was still on the way Might turn my new ho to my bae, buy her veneers and snatch her waist Put her on game, teach her my traits, I love you like I love my Drac' Bae, I love you like my– uh, bae, I love you like my Micro Drac' I never surrender on high-speed chase, I pistol whip shit till they open the safe She can tell I been cheatin' with my Glock, my eyes gave me away Blowin' up my phone the last three days, I'm slime, my dreads cover my face I'm addicted to gettin' cake, tryna fix all my past mistakes Fell a victim to sheisty ways, I'm slimy just like Jake The Snake My last bang-out was broad day, quickly got straightenin', I don't play Tried to kill me and went to hide and I shot your uncle in his face, blrrd I collect tears off of your face, when I bop out, start bumpin' Drac' We got the drops, I'm runnin' late, ain't got no shoes on, was still on the way Might turn my new ho to my bae, buy her veneers and snatch her waist Put her on game, teach her my traits, I love you like I love my Drac' Bae, I love you like my– uh, bae, I love you like my Micro Drac' When I come home, we countin' up cake, plus she a breadwinner They pissed me off, played with my man while I was locked, you bold, nigga You don't want me get in that mode to where I'm knockin' on doors, nigga I saw your bitch in the club in some tights, tryna entice a nigga Took three shots of Casamigos, made my mind up, I might hit her Bae, I stand on who I say I am, go check my credentials Got more killers than Al-Qaeda, I'm Sheisty Bin Laden, nigga Three-inch .300 Blackout, came with a gold binary trigger I came home, these niggas squeaky, I was in jail gettin' richer He want beef, he think it's sweet, boy, this shit ain't no McGriddle Without a gun, I could choose thirty-seven ways to kill a nigga I up my knife, Nudy just wanted to fight until I sticked him Nigga, go get you a striker, quit shootin' at folks out them rentals These pussy rappers keep misleadin' you, quit listenin' to these niggas I know you ain't never killed before, you took your with you, nigga, yeah I collect tears off of your face, when I bop out, start bumpin' Drac' We got the drops, I'm runnin' late, ain't got no shoes on, was still on the way Might turn my new ho to my bae, buy her veneers and snatch her waist Put her on game, teach her my traits, I love you like I love my Drac' Bae, I love you like my– uh, bae, I love you like my Micro Drac', mm

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