(Fuck 'em all, I'll bury those cockroaches)

(Bitch)

Yeah, last time I fucked up, said I won't again (Woah)

She get too much and I can't let this in

Wish I would've known, known, when I got too much to lose, oh

Heard that shit was out of spite but I guess she ain't know

And I know that shit hurt, and I did shit I lied

Four lines in my pint, tilt yo' head to the side

And you treat me like I don't know about these drugs

How could you be so selfish, to my thoughts?

Thought I'd feel so selfless

She turning me on and I feel so helpless

Life gotta go on, no one else can help this

And my pistol tucked, hand up on her butt

Know she'll let me hit, I know she's a slut

I can't make this up, Hi-Tech look like blood

Kush all in my lungs, she wanna hit my blunt

Pop-out, FN-57 on my waistline (Waistline)

You gon' fall in love pouring up, we can't waste time

They don't want no static showin' guns on FaceTime, huh

Hollow tips go through his neck, I just thank slime

I know that I don't love myself, I thought she was an angel but she came from hell

She said she love me but time always tells

Blowing packs so damn loud, you can't hear how it smells (Woah, bitch)

Yeah, last time I fucked up, said I won't again (Woah)

She get too much and I can't let this in

Wish I would've known, known, when I got too much to lose, oh

Too much, girl I love you too much

Too much, girl I love you too much (What)

Too much, girl I love you too much

Too much

(Too much, girl I love you too much)

(Too much, girl I love you too much)

(Too much, girl I love you too much)