Aholic
I'm outta character
You're busy sharing her
I think I'm next up
You should count your blessings
Your mistake is that you messed up
Saying that you missed us
Oh, how quickly you forget us
I talk shit at family dinners, get invited back for breakfast
Texas plates on Lexus whips, bitches with enormous hips
My bag is at the bottom so I hit her with a finger dip
Scrubbing off a clinger bitch
I ain't got no time for that
I take a dab and slap her ass right before I'm up to bat
Shady boys on shakedown street
Pulling strings in lucid dreams
You might think you fly boy, you come at me and lose those wings
Bitch I'm blowing strong, I am Going and I'm gone
I am not your old man, but you stay up off my lawn
Boy I call you son
You fly way too close to sun
I don't like to smoke and go but I had to burn and run
I don't talk about my funds
Please don't talk about your guns
I don't need to hear that nonsense
I just hope you're having fun
Laughing at my past to be
I make jokes, they laugh at me
I'm up Up, it's not caffeine
Addicted, but I'm not a fiend
Director, please stay out my scene
I take the drugs but not the beans
I'm floating on the ketamine
They come in 2s, we fuck in 3s
Where's my tools I'm up the tree
I'm building out a destiny
I'm only fucking with a few
I swear to god the rest will see
Your is recipe is truly bad, I hate to see you falling flat
You throwing all them numbers out, the fact is no one calls you back
She pull up and I trick it, I don't need a ticket, birds are in the back, and I'm not fucking with the chickens
I scare them out they dickens
Yeah I am satan's masterpiece
I'm chipping at your ego make you wanna come and blast your piece
This that wook rap
Everything Aholic, wook trap
They mad that I went and took that
But I'm gone now and can't look back
I'm doing this for the young me
I'm looking down on my old self
I eat beats like yummy
Them bars affecting y'all health
I made this shit
And you can't take this shit
Because you late to this
And I hate you bitch
You're busy sharing her
I think I'm next up
You should count your blessings
Your mistake is that you messed up
Saying that you missed us
Oh, how quickly you forget us
I talk shit at family dinners, get invited back for breakfast
Texas plates on Lexus whips, bitches with enormous hips
My bag is at the bottom so I hit her with a finger dip
Scrubbing off a clinger bitch
I ain't got no time for that
I take a dab and slap her ass right before I'm up to bat
Shady boys on shakedown street
Pulling strings in lucid dreams
You might think you fly boy, you come at me and lose those wings
Bitch I'm blowing strong, I am Going and I'm gone
I am not your old man, but you stay up off my lawn
Boy I call you son
You fly way too close to sun
I don't like to smoke and go but I had to burn and run
I don't talk about my funds
Please don't talk about your guns
I don't need to hear that nonsense
I just hope you're having fun
Laughing at my past to be
I make jokes, they laugh at me
I'm up Up, it's not caffeine
Addicted, but I'm not a fiend
Director, please stay out my scene
I take the drugs but not the beans
I'm floating on the ketamine
They come in 2s, we fuck in 3s
Where's my tools I'm up the tree
I'm building out a destiny
I'm only fucking with a few
I swear to god the rest will see
Your is recipe is truly bad, I hate to see you falling flat
You throwing all them numbers out, the fact is no one calls you back
She pull up and I trick it, I don't need a ticket, birds are in the back, and I'm not fucking with the chickens
I scare them out they dickens
Yeah I am satan's masterpiece
I'm chipping at your ego make you wanna come and blast your piece
This that wook rap
Everything Aholic, wook trap
They mad that I went and took that
But I'm gone now and can't look back
I'm doing this for the young me
I'm looking down on my old self
I eat beats like yummy
Them bars affecting y'all health
I made this shit
And you can't take this shit
Because you late to this
And I hate you bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Kirk Siefert
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