Out sad

I caught these motherfuckers

Down bad

Said that she an outcast

I know you ain't bout that

You gotta rough past

Wait until the month pass

Fuck that turn this party to a bloodbath

I mix the syrup with my wounds it helps to numb the pain

I mix my bitches together then try to guess they name

Switch'n styles whenever they said i'd never change

Asking me for favors yeah you got a taste for shame

You gotta taste for letdowns

I gotta sense for mudd

Heard you wishin for me dead now

Guess I came in clutch

I can smell it on your breath that you do way too much

I can't kick it with a fan cause some be out of touch

Out sad

I caught these motherfuckers

Down bad

Said that she an outcast

I know you ain't bout that

You gotta rough past

Wait until the month pass

Fuck that turn this party to a bloodbath