Texty

I was scrolling through some DM's last night Got some titty pics, how you doing? Hi Some upcoming rappers looking for advice A couple booty pics same thing, just different night And than I seen it, I hope you mean it Go kill myself oh believe it, I've tried to treat it 'Cause I've already tried to take my life twice by suicide But everybody knows the Grim Reaper just can't die I ain't a gangsta and I never claimed to be one But if I had to gang bang you know I'd be a G one And if it ever came to murder, I'm a free one Riding into sunset if I ever see one I ain't no player, but I know it's gotta be fun Just licking kitty and some titties like I'm goin' D one And if I ever got tested, I need a cheap one Cause moneys tight like the ho I fucked in my Nissan Lately I got these psychopathic thoughts running through my Vox And out my speakers with some attitude Lately I got the world so pissed off, better than pissed on Diggy, do what he gotta do Lately I got these psychopathic thoughts running through my aux And out of my 12's with some magnitude And maybe I'll just take my whole mask off tell, them all fuck off Diggy, do what he wanna do You fucking pussy, yeah I am what I eat While you're stalking only fans pages once a week Why waste all your money? Just give it to me You go look in the mirror and see a pussy for free Like mirror mirror on the wall, who's the biggest bitch of all? I've been feelin' low and all, running out of Adderall Really don't know who to call, I don' wanna get involved It's Diggy, bitch But I will if I have to Pull the Grim Reaper out, let em just slash you 'Til you can't take no more then bash you For every time you hit that bitch, than stash you away Lately I got these psychopathic thoughts running through my Vox And out my speakers with some attitude Lately I got the world so pissed off, better than pissed on Diggy, do what he gotta do Lately I got these psychopathic thoughts running through my aux And out of my 12's with some magnitude And maybe I'll just take my whole mask off, tell them all fuck off Diggy, do what he wanna do 'Cause I'm just a white boy that raps a little bit Switch up flows hit falsettos for the hell of it (hell of it) Then go low, 'cause I know the ladies love that shit Yeah, it's Diggy baby, now watch how quick I can spit Yeah, I'm runnin' and runnin' away numbing the pain inside my metal Tryna find a sketchy place in this state to cop and pistol To destroy the demons that are creepin' in my lil wooden cabin Cobweb corners hiding silhouette of sadness (uh) All these voices in my head got me screamin' in my pillow case Yeah, they want me dead, but we know why I can't be replaced If I were to go, just bury me in gold chains Bury me in gold chains Lately I got these psychopathic thoughts running through my Vox And out my speakers with some attitude Lately I got the world so pissed off, better than pissed on Diggy, do what he gotta do Lately I got these psychopathic thoughts running through my aux And out of my 12's with some magnitude And maybe I'll just take my whole mask off tell, them all fuck off Diggy, do what he wanna do
Writer(s): Geri Cala, Kyler Hecker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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