Numb
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
Fuck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
Fuck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
I bring them racks out
Baby let me blow your back out
I got it mapped out
Had a good time till I blacked out
Don't do no capping
Instagram that bitch a catfish
I am not average
My homie smoking on cat piss
I mix the Louis V up with Supreme
I got your bitch she so open for me
Stomp on his face I got blood on my jeans
Down by the river, I'm whipping the beam
Spanish bitch bitch don't speak no english
I call her up and she eat the dick
Outfit cost more than your salary
I let the mother fuckers peep the drip
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
Fuck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
Fuck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
Fuck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
Fuck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
I bring them racks out
Baby let me blow your back out
I got it mapped out
Had a good time till I blacked out
Don't do no capping
Instagram that bitch a catfish
I am not average
My homie smoking on cat piss
I mix the Louis V up with Supreme
I got your bitch she so open for me
Stomp on his face I got blood on my jeans
Down by the river, I'm whipping the beam
Spanish bitch bitch don't speak no english
I call her up and she eat the dick
Outfit cost more than your salary
I let the mother fuckers peep the drip
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
Fuck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
Fuck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
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Writer(s): Gabrielle Hope Young
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