Nx Smxke
I'm going harder than a crack head to a meth pipe
Have a bitch actin shitty
Like a dirty buttwipe
But I told her baby girl
That ass looking real nice
And I separate the grains like it was a bowl of a rice
Sippin on that purp
Now I'm sippin on tha white
I don't wanna be awake
Can't conduct an appetite
Now I'm sitting all alone
Yeah you hearing it again
I feel like I can just pretend
Just To be okay again
I hate the way that I feel
I just wanna be dead
Have a couple butterflies
Flying right above my bed
Switching up my flow
Like a river when the wind occurs
I'm putting hard bars on beats with a couple slurs
Bag full of skittles
Got a packet of them jelly beans
I'll smack a bitch silly if she touchin on my collard greens
I keep the vibe right like Coachella with the molly sweats
Like your grandmother poppin her 4 am Percocets
You're a fucking bastard and you know it bitch
I pull a couple milfs like I was the fucking graduate
Sippin orange juice
Hanging with juice
And I roll a couple swishers
That'll prolly make ya puke
Rapping strange lyrics on these weird beats
I told her that she couldn't get me in a fucking a week
Now I'm sitting in my room
And I'm sippin on a coke
Lighting up a cigarette
Now I'm getting no smoke
Have a bitch actin shitty
Like a dirty buttwipe
But I told her baby girl
That ass looking real nice
And I separate the grains like it was a bowl of a rice
Sippin on that purp
Now I'm sippin on tha white
I don't wanna be awake
Can't conduct an appetite
Now I'm sitting all alone
Yeah you hearing it again
I feel like I can just pretend
Just To be okay again
I hate the way that I feel
I just wanna be dead
Have a couple butterflies
Flying right above my bed
Switching up my flow
Like a river when the wind occurs
I'm putting hard bars on beats with a couple slurs
Bag full of skittles
Got a packet of them jelly beans
I'll smack a bitch silly if she touchin on my collard greens
I keep the vibe right like Coachella with the molly sweats
Like your grandmother poppin her 4 am Percocets
You're a fucking bastard and you know it bitch
I pull a couple milfs like I was the fucking graduate
Sippin orange juice
Hanging with juice
And I roll a couple swishers
That'll prolly make ya puke
Rapping strange lyrics on these weird beats
I told her that she couldn't get me in a fucking a week
Now I'm sitting in my room
And I'm sippin on a coke
Lighting up a cigarette
Now I'm getting no smoke
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Writer(s): Eric Haynes
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