Lucky
Tbh bitch I see right through you
Where the fuck are you when a real nigga need you
When it came to my ex I wanted a sequel
But now tbh bitch I wouldn't want to be you
If you follow me a dead end is where I'll leave you
You never know what shit that I'll be through
I don't give a fuck if it's one v.s two
Better watch your fuckin tongue or a wulf might eat you
I know a couple bitched know a couple hoes
They want me to come but Ill never go
You wanna talk I aint got time
See me alone know I'm fine
The thoughts that I think they aint mine
If I wanna kill y'all y'all be dying
See the pack got my back like a mother fuck spine
I'd clean up your blood but I ain't got the time
Fucked your ex and I ain't even lying
You taking Ls and I ain't even trying
If you trying your group will be dying
Kill myself that ain't suicide
Cuz the shit still back in my mind
So fucking dark i don't see no light
Y'all were talking like you weren't fucking scared
Check out how much bloods in the dirt
He was talking big but now he looks hurt
Cops picked me up theres blood on my shirt
You faggots as gay as Ernie and Burt
Talked to your mom she called me a flirt
Beam me up Scotty, fuck that shit Kurt
Your girl call me sweet frozen dessert
Where the fuck are you when a real nigga need you
When it came to my ex I wanted a sequel
But now tbh bitch I wouldn't want to be you
If you follow me a dead end is where I'll leave you
You never know what shit that I'll be through
I don't give a fuck if it's one v.s two
Better watch your fuckin tongue or a wulf might eat you
I know a couple bitched know a couple hoes
They want me to come but Ill never go
You wanna talk I aint got time
See me alone know I'm fine
The thoughts that I think they aint mine
If I wanna kill y'all y'all be dying
See the pack got my back like a mother fuck spine
I'd clean up your blood but I ain't got the time
Fucked your ex and I ain't even lying
You taking Ls and I ain't even trying
If you trying your group will be dying
Kill myself that ain't suicide
Cuz the shit still back in my mind
So fucking dark i don't see no light
Y'all were talking like you weren't fucking scared
Check out how much bloods in the dirt
He was talking big but now he looks hurt
Cops picked me up theres blood on my shirt
You faggots as gay as Ernie and Burt
Talked to your mom she called me a flirt
Beam me up Scotty, fuck that shit Kurt
Your girl call me sweet frozen dessert
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Writer(s): Isaiah Gibson
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