Lyrics
Bending corners in the Kona with my hand on my nuts
Never sober til a coma imma smoke on my blunt
Check the photos I be posted like I don’t give a fuck
I just dolo beat the beat up finna crawl back to the cut
Bitch I’m creeping up out of the dungeon
Keepin it more than a hundred
Zeddy ain’t feelin himself depressed fuck but feeling nothin
But I gotta front and act like nothing wrong
Bitch I'm gone
Imma thug it through the pain cause I’m a motherfucking dawg
Ain’t nobody comin close to fucking with me bitch
Ash up on my Nikes really compliments the fit
I ain’t really fuck with no one so I’m always at the crib
Finna drop a couple bodies grinding camos on the shipment
Working on myself but how come that shit never help?
Might as well go fuck around and dangle on a belt
I’m tired as hell but never tell no one shit about my business
Never been one for them people who finna go switch on their homie for dividends
4k when I back out
These drugs done make me black out
130 on the digi but i ain’t never gone crash out
These rappers turning wack now
Just had to put some facts down
The way I’m cooking in the kitchen you would think I’m cracked out
4k when I back out
These drugs done make me black out
130 on the digi but i ain’t never gone crash out
These rappers turning wack now
Just had to put some facts down
The way I’m cooking in the kitchen you would think I’m cracked out
Push to start, heated leather what I’m sitting in
I ain’t finna pass the blunt so don’t ask if you pitching in
Always pray for better days but that ain’t never happening
Stylebender all the genres 99 be dabbling
Imma cut off everybody then go smoke a fucking blunt
If you got a fucking problem you can suck up on my nuts
Bitch I hate my fucking self I don’t feel like I’m enough
I just Copped a fucking ounce I’m finna suffocate my lungs
Y’all would drown up in this water that I’m swimming in
ggo to bed unhappy just to cycle through this shit again
Sit back and laugh at all the ties I’m severing
Take away my body bury me into the sediment
4k when I back out
These drugs done make me black out
130 on the digi but i ain’t never gone crash out
These rappers turning wack now
Just had to put some facts down
The way I’m cooking in the kitchen you would think I’m cracked out
4k when I back out
These drugs done make me black out
130 on the digi but i ain’t never gone crash out
These rappers turning wack now
Just had to put some facts down
The way I’m cooking in the kitchen you would think I’m cracked out
Written by: Nicholas Dismore
