歌詞
What you say to me
I stomp the roach
I'm speaking tongues like through the phone
I spark this dro
I seen a ghost follow me home
Ay
LSD inside in my fridge
Goth chick say she love that I don't miss
I'm with acid rolling up
Please just pour another cup
How you get no money bruh
Your shirt probably came from Temu
My shirt cost bout hundred bucks
Man I hate all of my ways
But I still do the same shit ay
And I'm probably not gon speak unless I know I'm getting paid
And my blunt is really hexed
It contort your face
Blessed
What else can I say
Dissociate and get this pape
I'm with emminate
We finna get this pape
Your bitch with me
You know that she give me face
I don't take her on dates
I take her to McDonalds
Get her quarter pounder
Then she going wild
We got money stashed in the based mansion
I'm a work of my art my life is a canvas
She gon come and she gon bring her best friend
Then I'm fucking on that bitch and her best friend
I'm so up next man
Man I'm so future
I'm getting high in the crib bumping future
Written by: Maddox Sepella
