InConvenience
Popshuvit in your bitch
Was that shit switch?
Back lipslide on that hoe
Different kinda drip
Snort a line of blow
I'm an animal
Like I said before
Different kinda drip
Buss it to the store
Grab a pack of smokes
Grab some alcohol
Grab a bag of blow
Later I'll grab some more
Pedal to the floor
I used to care
Baby I don't anymore
It's that motherfucker hopping out the crypt
Dirty rip, 30 in the clip
Dirty little bitches, flirt with death but somehow keep a grip
Someone seal my eyes and ears
I'm bagging up your limbs and toes
I'm ripping out the teeth and dumping bodies off of River Road
Call me Yung Scalper with the blade and it's apache time
It's action time I'll give you hell like we had matching lives
And I'm walking in with 30 thousand dollars on my neck
I'm the bounty hunter, life insurance and it's raining checks
"You seem depressed a bit"
Man, I thought that shit was evident
Spent so much on alcohol
Can't even fucking pay the rent
Put it on my momma
My next hoe won't even see a cent
Gaping hole where my heart was
So I can only play pretend
Emotionally exhausted, paying out of pocket
Means I'm spent
Believe me when I say that
My means justify the ends
Admit my intent to attempt
To populate my empty chest
I know that this ain't over
'Til the very fucking end
Was that shit switch?
Back lipslide on that hoe
Different kinda drip
Snort a line of blow
I'm an animal
Like I said before
Different kinda drip
Buss it to the store
Grab a pack of smokes
Grab some alcohol
Grab a bag of blow
Later I'll grab some more
Pedal to the floor
I used to care
Baby I don't anymore
It's that motherfucker hopping out the crypt
Dirty rip, 30 in the clip
Dirty little bitches, flirt with death but somehow keep a grip
Someone seal my eyes and ears
I'm bagging up your limbs and toes
I'm ripping out the teeth and dumping bodies off of River Road
Call me Yung Scalper with the blade and it's apache time
It's action time I'll give you hell like we had matching lives
And I'm walking in with 30 thousand dollars on my neck
I'm the bounty hunter, life insurance and it's raining checks
"You seem depressed a bit"
Man, I thought that shit was evident
Spent so much on alcohol
Can't even fucking pay the rent
Put it on my momma
My next hoe won't even see a cent
Gaping hole where my heart was
So I can only play pretend
Emotionally exhausted, paying out of pocket
Means I'm spent
Believe me when I say that
My means justify the ends
Admit my intent to attempt
To populate my empty chest
I know that this ain't over
'Til the very fucking end
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Writer(s): Avery Kurz
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