Staring at the water looking like a bunch of satin
Look into my eyes and all you see is motherfucking static
Toe tagging
Bitch I'm bagging up the dope
No ratting to the po'
Acting like you shy
Read the latin quote across my fucking throat
Hoes go, "Oh no, heard this motherfucker likes to give burials and
I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his home"
Gave her the number to my phone
Told her, "Dial up 666 if you need to get a hold of me"
And hopefully she'll give me a call
When she is home and free and lonely
Phone rang twice but I missed both calls
I was hanging in the hall toll free
(Hello)
Got a pocket full-a stones
Watching Game of Thrones
Bitches on the phone
Tell 'em me she home alone
Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'til I die
Days roll by
I just wanna get high
Never ever sober, need drugs for my composure
Lookin' like I'm dying laying back on the sofa
Six feet deep
Three gold teeth
Zero fucking hopes for this young tragedy
Days of our lives
Watch 'em roll by
Whole fucking family got bloodshot eyes
Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes
Finger fucking bitches listening to No Limit
West bank soldier, straight up out the NOLA
When it comes to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colder
