Nitrous (feat. NonSense)
It's a Friday
Just got outta class
All I'm thinkin bout is making music, sippin' Jack and eatin' ass
I text a ho, I got my hopes that she wanna smash
She hits me back a few hours later sayin' "I'll pass"
(Woah)
That's the last thing I would expect
But I should've guessed
That's what you get
When bitches don't have no respect
When it's really my nut in is what I'm tryna get
But she grossed out
So now I'm sittin' here like "what the heck?"
But I hit up NonSense and made this beat, see if he likes this
And we ran out of the weed, now we flightless
But I'm a piece of shit so I think it's right if we
Chillin on the motherfuckin' porch huffin' nitrous
Had a bad day
Anxiety inside of me
Wonder who's gonna lie to me in backwards society
Finally
Rollin' fat Ls waitin' on that next test
Have a bad bitch with that ass and the best breasts
But I'm thinkin' maybe that her man does some chest press
Fuck that
Bet he just a rugrat
Tryna say them thug raps
Ended up bein' so sad
When she hatin' on his gonads
Stop playin' the joke's past
You just sit back, relax, let the beat blast
Already know that we blazin', got the green grass
And if you don't like us
You better be jacked on that nitrous
(Woo)
Nitrous
Just got outta class
All I'm thinkin bout is making music, sippin' Jack and eatin' ass
I text a ho, I got my hopes that she wanna smash
She hits me back a few hours later sayin' "I'll pass"
(Woah)
That's the last thing I would expect
But I should've guessed
That's what you get
When bitches don't have no respect
When it's really my nut in is what I'm tryna get
But she grossed out
So now I'm sittin' here like "what the heck?"
But I hit up NonSense and made this beat, see if he likes this
And we ran out of the weed, now we flightless
But I'm a piece of shit so I think it's right if we
Chillin on the motherfuckin' porch huffin' nitrous
Had a bad day
Anxiety inside of me
Wonder who's gonna lie to me in backwards society
Finally
Rollin' fat Ls waitin' on that next test
Have a bad bitch with that ass and the best breasts
But I'm thinkin' maybe that her man does some chest press
Fuck that
Bet he just a rugrat
Tryna say them thug raps
Ended up bein' so sad
When she hatin' on his gonads
Stop playin' the joke's past
You just sit back, relax, let the beat blast
Already know that we blazin', got the green grass
And if you don't like us
You better be jacked on that nitrous
(Woo)
Nitrous
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Katziff
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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