Lyrics

Yea, these bitches tryna copy me, cause they know that I'm the tea Razor blades are cutting me, your dad is tryna fuck on me Bitches tryna copy me, cause they know that I'm the tea Razor blades are cut (cut) your dad is tryna fuck on me My boots are bigger than my body, I just wanna love somebody Fuck a bitch I got a body Fuck a bitch I got a body Boots are bigger than my body, I just wanna love somebody Fuck a bitch I got a body Don't know what I'm doing here Drama queens they never fear Whisper lies into my ear This year, yeah, will be my year Don't know what I'm doing here Drama queen I never fear Whisper lies into my ear This year, yeah, will be my year Whip it out, yeah, I'm really on some acid Flip me over, baby, and just go and toss my salad Think you're fucking hot, but you really lacking talent I'm so fucking hot, I be killing all the pageants Ew, LyteSpeed, you eat pussy? That shit tastes like pennies We be fucking up the city Sipping minis, dropping acid in my eyes like it's the 60's Move along, bitch you're weird I feel just like britney shears Put my dick up in her ear With a racist bitch, and we sippin' beer Run it back, I been smoking on some crack Got a model bitch, but I don't really fuck with her rack Brain is stallin', I got lag 6arely's piping down your dad You're not scene, you're just a fad Bitch, I'm living in the stars I'm with Hoshie taking bars Sipping Wock, I'm off the Hardt I be fucking up my heart Send me right up to the lord, oh I think I need more clothes Sliding through a portal Think I'm in my last stage K-hole in the back stage Called her by the wrong name Not a big thing, fixed it with some cocaine Hate making music, but I do it for fame Smoking every day 'til my lungs collapse I don't even wait to hit the trap Yeah, I blew up, now you want me back Oh, we can't have that Oh, we can't have that Oh, we can't have that Oh, we can't have that Smoking pack (?) (?) Off a xan, in the back of the cab If you stole it from me, honestly, you wouldn't know it's missing I get money everyday, but that's just a side mission Had to leave it all to fame, had to trust my intuition 2024, and I'm actually counting millions Put a needle in my skin, so I know I'm not numb Yeah, I wont play your game, but it seems like fun Yeah, she want all my love, but I have none Rawr rawr rawr, cryin' tears of blood straight out my eyes Talkin shit, that's how I know that your dms are hella dry Emo girl in the club, like, why you actin' so shy? Inhale my love, like a blunt baby, do I get you high? (Baby do I get you high, do I get you high, do I get you high?) And I'm so fucked up in the club tonight 80 in a 25, yeah, Imma gamble with my life No matter what I try, yeah, I can never get it right Spill my blood, that shit flowing like sum wine I cannot play your game, because I do not have the time She wanna FaceTime cause I'm always on her mind Can I get a text back, text back, I was supposed to call you? Spark up, smoke this blunt all by myself I hope you know I really wish you well Can I get a text back, text back, I was supposed to call you? I hope you know I really wish you well Can I get a text back, text back, I was supposed to call you? I was supposed to call you? I can't really trust nobody, I just gotta watch my step Careful of what comes right next, I hate it I hate it when you're upset I hate it, I hate it I hate it when you're upset I'm up next no questions Perc got me slurrin' thru the sentence
Writer(s): Ethan Mcdonnell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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