Wake up in the morning whip my pistol out and blow my guts

I don't care what she does she act like i could give some fucks

Wake up in the morning whip my pistol out and blow my guts

I don't care what she does she act like i could give some fucks

Another fuckin' junkie rapper, wrap em' up in plastic like I'm Dexter

Glass tears falling from her eyes, I think I know her pattern

I got nothin' left to fill my jeans beside my cigs

How carefully I sip my lean, how carefully I sip my lean

Think I need amoxicillin for my wrist, its fuckin' sick

I ice it out, but it sliced open, so I might just bleed out quick

And I would ask for company when I'm bleeding with fuckin' girls

And I would ask for company when I'm burning inside your world

My platinum fangs yeah they shine bright

If you talk shit, I might just bight

My FN and I'ma hold it tight

Cause I just hate my fucking life

She cry for love, she scream for pain

But I could give you about one thing

Paleface shawty, hold me down and please just be my novocaine

If ya feeling what I'm feeling then I know

That you hate the way that I do things

If you feelin' what I'm feelin' then I know

That you hate that the way that I do things Walk up

In your house me and my gang gon tear your shit up I

Still in the woods tearin shit up in my chrome truck

Walk up in your house, me n my gang gon' tear your shit up

I'm still in the woods, tearin' shit up in my chrome truck

Eight hundred on my waist, i spend alot

Cause I hate these days, fuck, nah, this is not a phase

I'd been this way since you switched to my lane

My head hurt i rest in pain and off my wrist, she snort cocaine

Junkie ass bitch wanna fuck with a gang

And that's alright we all got paid

Wrists went up, cadillac truck,riding

Inna carriage when I ride with these sluts

I fuck whores and I fuck sluts,she can't look now cause I gone up

Came a long way from the swamp because I don't ever talk too much

I hate everything you're saying, push my face right in the mud

Five five six and the green tips Yeah you might just lose your life tonight

Feel like ruhst cole when I drive my truck right through the night

You can say some shit, I might not like it,then we might just fight

You can say some shit,I'll push my pistol right into your eye

If you're feeling how I'm feeling, then I

Know that you hate the way that I do things

If you're feeling how I'm feeling, then I

Know that you hate the way that I do things

If you feelin' how I'm feelin'

Then I know that you hate the way that I do things