Lazy C**t

Man, it's like being on the drugs again If it ain't 'bout a bag, I don't fuck with them I only got love for my day ones All these girls in my bed, got no love for them I'll just be a scar on their wrist Lie to their friends, how I'm evil, I'm meant to hurt 'em When we met, I said my head ain't working I been taking downers tryna lift the burden Strippers wanna try lay in my bed Tripping out, wanna play with my head These basic bitches play the victim every time I knew your type the day that we met We ain't got nothing in common Except that we suicidal and we fuck good Now she saying that she love me, I know that she don't I'm thinking who the fuck would? Cop me Gucci and think I'ma love her Call me daddy every time that I fuck her She got the dude she used to see to shoot me Ps I ran straight through the place with my brother Sorry, I ain't got that verse, homie Jack's on my back, wish the worst on me I been tryna rap like Kers. homie Make a stack but feels like there's a curse on me 201 Laziest motherfucking rapper alive