Insanity
You a dummy huh
Talk a lot of shit you think it's funny huh
I look at you you look away so show me somethin'
Might put you on a leash and then might call you my son
Yea, I might call you a mut
So fuck the things that I trust
Rely on alcohol
Rely on other things, that shit that's burning my lungs
Fuck that department of love
You cover up the things that I want
It's weighing heavy
Pull the levy
I want this to be done
Who do I trust
Pull up tell em hold up
Swear to God I hate everyone
Got no love
I got no love
I would say I'm good but look that's just a hunch
Fuck em up and leave em what a dunce
What a what a what a dunce
Aye, can't keep track of who I hate or love
Yea, talking shit I don't know where you came from
Started high school lost just like a maze run
But I'm not ashamed nah
Nah, we not ashamed nah
People wanna ride the wave for the fame huh
Yea, unleash my beast
Got the nine tails you got the blow but you gon' bail
People say I'm on it, I say it's nothing
You a two faced bitch, I know you frontin'
I don't trust nobody, I'm sitting back with a cup of muddy
A luxury I'm sub zero with the ice
You a bitch quit snitching, I'm not here to play nice
You think you better only way is the day I go to hell
I'm your greatest nightmare, Freddy Cruger can't you tell
Can't seem to control myself with all this smoke down in my lungs
Got a bullet with no name it'll go where it belongs
Put a pin in your head just hope your name ain't Larry
I'm a gorilla bang on my chest You know I be scary
Why you wanna say I did it
Why you wanna say I can't
Why you wanna bring up all these things
Now fuck it hit my dance
I don't like em it's on my face
Past time hit erase
Swear they got no brain
Always wanna play
Yea, look I know you hear that bass
Cook this shit up no mistakes
When I pull up hit no brakes nah
Yea, when I leave no double take
When I kill em beat the case
Got the homies got no fakes
When I break you running off
Hunt em down I'm like a hawk
Wanna beat me say you got me
Only gon beat your dick off
Talking truth you talking false
Hit ur bitch I hit it raw
Give you problems gimme top
Gimme top I got it locked
Uh, pop up get socked in the head
Tricking the fellas you boutta be dead
Soft like a pillow, I'm hard armadillo
I jump out the window I'd rather be dead
Rather be dead than to deal with your shit
I got a girl but I use to be pimp
Laying in bed all I want is a wish
Come to me but I ain't sorry bitch, uh
Talk a lot of shit you think it's funny huh
I look at you you look away so show me somethin'
Might put you on a leash and then might call you my son
Yea, I might call you a mut
So fuck the things that I trust
Rely on alcohol
Rely on other things, that shit that's burning my lungs
Fuck that department of love
You cover up the things that I want
It's weighing heavy
Pull the levy
I want this to be done
Who do I trust
Pull up tell em hold up
Swear to God I hate everyone
Got no love
I got no love
I would say I'm good but look that's just a hunch
Fuck em up and leave em what a dunce
What a what a what a dunce
Aye, can't keep track of who I hate or love
Yea, talking shit I don't know where you came from
Started high school lost just like a maze run
But I'm not ashamed nah
Nah, we not ashamed nah
People wanna ride the wave for the fame huh
Yea, unleash my beast
Got the nine tails you got the blow but you gon' bail
People say I'm on it, I say it's nothing
You a two faced bitch, I know you frontin'
I don't trust nobody, I'm sitting back with a cup of muddy
A luxury I'm sub zero with the ice
You a bitch quit snitching, I'm not here to play nice
You think you better only way is the day I go to hell
I'm your greatest nightmare, Freddy Cruger can't you tell
Can't seem to control myself with all this smoke down in my lungs
Got a bullet with no name it'll go where it belongs
Put a pin in your head just hope your name ain't Larry
I'm a gorilla bang on my chest You know I be scary
Why you wanna say I did it
Why you wanna say I can't
Why you wanna bring up all these things
Now fuck it hit my dance
I don't like em it's on my face
Past time hit erase
Swear they got no brain
Always wanna play
Yea, look I know you hear that bass
Cook this shit up no mistakes
When I pull up hit no brakes nah
Yea, when I leave no double take
When I kill em beat the case
Got the homies got no fakes
When I break you running off
Hunt em down I'm like a hawk
Wanna beat me say you got me
Only gon beat your dick off
Talking truth you talking false
Hit ur bitch I hit it raw
Give you problems gimme top
Gimme top I got it locked
Uh, pop up get socked in the head
Tricking the fellas you boutta be dead
Soft like a pillow, I'm hard armadillo
I jump out the window I'd rather be dead
Rather be dead than to deal with your shit
I got a girl but I use to be pimp
Laying in bed all I want is a wish
Come to me but I ain't sorry bitch, uh
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Writer(s): Jordan Lozano-valdivia
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