Letras

Fye, you goin' crazy on this bitch FTP Records, sign or die It's raw when you need cash only I can't be a superhero, I don't save a bitch (bitch) And we came glacier so your bitch favorite (yes) News goin' up and unlike you, no I don't pay for it (no) Our magic on the stage, baby, I Chris Angel it (what?) Up in smoke (smoke), bones going ghost (ghost) This rap game like a bitch, she gon' love you 'til she don't Bulletproof the ghost, fuck it, armor out the Chevy Blaze around, tucked high to pistol, grip it, I don't window wave Five percent on the tint, feigning 'til I get a hit Slide until we catch 'em slip, lie to m' like a bitch Right-hand green, left-hand red, I'm playing gam's with you You ain't built for life, you the type to split the day with it Shame, what a shame, how we left him in the rain (what?) Shakin' like a controller when your health getting drained RIP, RIP, I let it rain Pull up on me, come find me, now I'm away Got some charges I don't need, but fuck it, I paid the fee What's the use of having green if you can't swiftly make 'em bleed? Bitch it's like that (that) She sent a thousand texts, but I don't type back too I don't like that (what?) Livin' hell inside my cranium, I pack it like a stadium I'm twitching from the nosebleeds, the planet I am blaming 'em The waves, let me lay in 'em, the graves, let me play in 'em My life is a game, I don't never wanna play again
Writer(s): Andrew Rincon, Matthew Armijo, Elmo O'connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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