Black Jeep (feat. Lil Peep & Cold Hart)

Mackned, yeah Lil Peep, yeah GothBoiClique Cold Hart GothBoiClique in the ripped black jeans Whip the M4, I don't whip the M3 GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me (BetterOffDead, nigga) Got a bad white girl with me, yeah Got a bad black girl with me, yeah Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah) And I got a couple black girls on me And I got a couple white girls on me (okay) And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep And I got a couple black girls on me And I got a couple white girls on me And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah Ned Gotti in a white Beam (white Beam) We was probably sippin' on lean, yeah (on lean, yeah) She was probably thinkin' 'bout me (thinkin' 'bout me) I was probably thinkin' 'bout cheese ('bout cheese) I was probably thinkin' 'bout my bros ('bout my bros) I be on the road, doing shows (doing shows) I be on the road, fuckin' hoes (fuckin' hoes) This my life and that's just how it goes (yeah, that's just how it goes) This my life, I'm always on the road (always on the road) I got addictions (I got addictions) They got me trippin' (they got me trippin') They got me thinkin' (they got me thinkin'), yeah Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah) And I got a couple black girls on me And I got a couple white girls on me (okay) And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep And I got a couple black girls on me And I got a couple white girls on me And I got a couple tight girls on me (Mackned, Mackned), yeah You're always on my nerves and you always have been Drop the beat and let 'em sing the lyrics like my last bitch Yin yang bitches mixed up like emotions My life is a funeral, I'm the reason you show up I remember pain flowin' through your voice when (voice when) You found out I don't love you, I love choices (I love choices) I don't ever fall asleep, I can't find sleep Me and Lil Tracy, that's the nigga Selling dog food so I know you catching boy bands Junkies swingin' from the trees, my niggas call 'em Tarzan I don't ever think I drove without contraband GBC, I'm ridin' for my doggies like a triad (Mackned) Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah) And I got a couple black girls on me And I got a couple white girls on me (okay) And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep And I got a couple black girls on me And I got a couple white girls on me And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah Black rain, locked doors Can't ask for more Can I sleep on your floor? Black clothes on tour Mackned and Lil Peep, GBC punkstars I don't think I'll ever need to go back to sleep You will never know what you really meant to me Rip my jeans, split my pills into three For me, please, baby, can you help me bleed? Nobody, yeah, nobody Can make me feel like you do Nobody, yeah, nobody Baby, life ain't fair and I know I ain't there, oh Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah) And I got a couple black girls on me And I got a couple white girls on me (okay) And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep And I got a couple black girls on me And I got a couple white girls on me And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah