Restless
Pull up inside of the stu, with nothin' to prove
She cut me off but forgot 'bout the roots
Rippa remain, why do you think that I got my own strain?
Bitch, it's cuz, I let the glock pop, and cops stop breathing
I flee the scene with no ticket for speeding
Taking the guap cuz my fingers so greedy
Taking a tab to the dome like a biblical scripture I'm reading
Wanna find out my real meaning?
Can't keep on facing the blunt full of keisha
She say I'm dumb, well lil' bitch I say see ya
Once I flick ash I see demons surround me like shadow clones
I pour my heart in the styrofoam, can't even tell what the fuck I be on
Pull up inside of the stu, with nothing to prove
Move out the way because Shoo's coming through
Man he fucked up the beat put that hoe in a hearse
Sent it rolling off straight to the river now I'm feeling like I might just fucking burst
In the middle of the night, take flight, take a bite outta your heart, spit it out, stomp on it
I don't want your petty games
I don't want that petty fame
All I got is a silly name
Shoo? Who the fuck is Shoo?
Are his laces tight or loose?
Bitch my laces tight around my throat when I step in the building, aye
Only difference from you and I is I keep my count tallied on side of my glock not my pussy
(My name is Bella Thorne and I have dyslexia, aye)
(I can't read, what are the words?)
I am not the only one
I'm not the only one that swerves the whip for fun, hit the lick for fun, make a brick for Fun
And yo ass get stunned
With the stun gun
Run motherfucker run, run
Run motherfucker run, run
When I'm wildin' out
I don't need the clout
Money flowin' in
Like a water spout
Timepiece got the rhinestones
Bookmark on the rhymezone
Old girl tryna snapchat but she live in a whole different time zone
Old girl I think she bipolar
Always bitching on me cause I drove sober
But I drive fast when I skrt past
I'll keep doing this shit long as I last
(Socc, socc, socc, socc!)
(God damn, Yung Socc, get her on the phone, hit my phone, please!)
She cut me off but forgot 'bout the roots
Rippa remain, why do you think that I got my own strain?
Bitch, it's cuz, I let the glock pop, and cops stop breathing
I flee the scene with no ticket for speeding
Taking the guap cuz my fingers so greedy
Taking a tab to the dome like a biblical scripture I'm reading
Wanna find out my real meaning?
Can't keep on facing the blunt full of keisha
She say I'm dumb, well lil' bitch I say see ya
Once I flick ash I see demons surround me like shadow clones
I pour my heart in the styrofoam, can't even tell what the fuck I be on
Pull up inside of the stu, with nothing to prove
Move out the way because Shoo's coming through
Man he fucked up the beat put that hoe in a hearse
Sent it rolling off straight to the river now I'm feeling like I might just fucking burst
In the middle of the night, take flight, take a bite outta your heart, spit it out, stomp on it
I don't want your petty games
I don't want that petty fame
All I got is a silly name
Shoo? Who the fuck is Shoo?
Are his laces tight or loose?
Bitch my laces tight around my throat when I step in the building, aye
Only difference from you and I is I keep my count tallied on side of my glock not my pussy
(My name is Bella Thorne and I have dyslexia, aye)
(I can't read, what are the words?)
I am not the only one
I'm not the only one that swerves the whip for fun, hit the lick for fun, make a brick for Fun
And yo ass get stunned
With the stun gun
Run motherfucker run, run
Run motherfucker run, run
When I'm wildin' out
I don't need the clout
Money flowin' in
Like a water spout
Timepiece got the rhinestones
Bookmark on the rhymezone
Old girl tryna snapchat but she live in a whole different time zone
Old girl I think she bipolar
Always bitching on me cause I drove sober
But I drive fast when I skrt past
I'll keep doing this shit long as I last
(Socc, socc, socc, socc!)
(God damn, Yung Socc, get her on the phone, hit my phone, please!)
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Writer(s): Jake Bradbury
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