歌詞

Grrah, grrah She-she a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn She a thot, I can't kiss her My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn) Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor, wait Put the dick in that liver (like, what?) New opp, shit kick like a punt (like, huh) OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt Man down, put that boy in a trunk If I spot him, I turn him to runtz Oh my God, what happened to- Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo (like, what?) Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (grrah, grrah, grrah) He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us (like, what?) Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her "Fill it up" (on bro) Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah) Fishbowl put a hole in the V Please do not lack because shit can get serious (grrah-grrah, boom) He a runner, too fast like furious (grrah) Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep, damn (grrah, grrah, grrah) On-on court like a Piston Quickdraw, I got PTSD (baow) She let me hit it in different positions Like, feel like 30, I oot' it from deep Pop a 30, I can't go to sleep Bitch, I'm bussin', might take off his muffin How is you tough? You was runnin' and duckin' This G23 get to markin' like Cousins (grrah) And I'm in the locker wit buzzin' (like, damn) But these bitches be keyin' my vibe (like, huh?) She wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high Like with the dotty, my vision is fly (dotty) Fake love, I don't know who to trust, what? These niggas fake, get away from me How you here for me? You wasn't there for me (you wasn't there) Told my mama, "I need you to pray for me" Tell my brother that music my therapy (like, what?) I'ma be top-one charted I'm a demon, I oot' through the darkness Fuck everybody, this life made me heartless (grrah) She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn She a thot, I can't kiss her My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her (like, damn) Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor (glah, glah, glah) Wait, put the dick in that liver New opp, shit kick like a punt (grrah) OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt (like, damn) Man down, put that boy in a trunk (grrah, grrah, grrah) If I spot him, I turn him to runtz Oh my God, what happened to- Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O (Jell-O) He in drid with us, he cannot sit with us Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous (wocky) Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, "Fill it up" (like, damn) Fuck a bitch, I can't chill with Amelia (grrah, grrah, grrah) Like, what? Like, damn, bitch Like, huh? KR
Writer(s): Henry Fasheun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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