Lyrics

Mental state in a place unattainable These kids is fake they wanna take a plate I gotta table full Muh'fuckas round me act like they my fam who you related to These bitches all complain its unrelatable You hoes Un-able Give my ops static Bitch Fuck cable Purple syrup Fuck maple Mix my words up Won't mistake you Bitch products go with labels They gon' pay you to take you I got my soul ima keep it faithful Down bad bitches nothin to say to Sit back And observe No cap In my words Too fast You get hurt Kiss my ass Rubber gets burns I won't ever come in last get what i deserve I said fuck school Still wake up and make these pussies live and learn When it comes out i get it first When I go in they heads turn The way it comes to me I know the next word In the six speed Slick turf One hit gets ya bitch workin' New new head to toe too bad yo swag look so refurbished She dirty my clothes need some detergent If I drown in her legs I wont re surface Gotta big glock make these bitches dance like Tiktok 40 In my pants so I limp walk Pull up and shit allem like a road trip pit stop And Im walking with this loud like flip flops She gon' suck my dick and that's a rap like a song in hip hop Yea I got that shit that make these haters pissed off Supreme onna Thursday uh that's a drip drop Rocket in my pocket see an op and it gon' lift off I can't fuck on that bitch if she dry Suicide doors no 13 reasons why She gon' land at my pad if she super fly Wide eyes but I ain't the one who surprised Word is born but loves a word that lives and dies I think too long bout all these same days different nights If a bitch describes this life then shit Ima need a different wife Do 60 out the lot no tire pressure but Im pressed for time Busted on that girl cuz she can bust a fit she dress real nice Get stressed and fight End up heartbroken and my chest feels tight Spreading the sauce uh Louis V what is the cost uh Don't know what I saw But my mind full of monsters Shangri la When I smoke that la la Oh my god Live by the code sharia law Tripping balls Sitting in a handicap bathroom stall These kids would be my kids if they girlfriends aint swallow them all My foot on thin ice every night lies lay all in my jaw How she gon' sit on my dick and not be able to stand my flaws Lames promotin they mixtape make the camera pause She in my draws Im in her jaws leave a bitch in awe The way I go and stop and make her feel hot jus like menopause These kids outta jobs bitch I been a boss Should be bleachers how I givin them seizures so a hoe could sit and watch Im leechin for it like the shits that live in swamps They ask what's up with fucks it kinda sucks cuz I don't give a lot Every time she say she different but she is a thot That's why i focus on myself and a selfish bitch gets blocked I don't Corey Taylor but I slip the knot Yuh
Writer(s): Bryan Papadoyianis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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