Nolifenobody
Yup
I'ma be a fuckin headass
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh, yuh, aye
Yuh, aye, yuh, aye
I don't got no life, I'm nobody, uh
Might just bust my mind with gold shotty, uh
Smash my fuckin' fifth, life of the party, uh
Come pick up your bitch, don't want your shawty, uh
I don't got no life, I'm nobody, uh
Might just bust my mind with gold shotty, uh
Smash my fuckin' fifth, life of the party, uh
Come pick up your bitch, don't want your shawty
When she pop up in the DM, acting hella thotty
I'ma kick her to the curb and I ain't never tell her sorry, nah
I been fuck the world, I don't wanna fuckin' deal
All you pussies fuckin' pissing me off, just how I feel
Steady trippin' off a shroom, don't know what the fuck is real
I'ma need some fuckin' room, you about to taste the heel
Of my boot, coming with the steel toed shoes, finna boss up
Paper I'ma chase, all you bitches steady washed up
My baby tell me chill the fuck out 'fore they go and lock me up
Smoke too much gas, I'ma feel the hypoxia
I don't feel you motherfuckin' phonies
Acting like we close but we was never really homies
All my rhymes are golden, notes lookin' like a trophy
My neck ain't be frozen, but my teeth they fasho' be
Spit ice cold, hit the dope on the low, aye
I'ma blow all this indo up in your face
Bitches faking suicidal, go and jump the gold gate
I don't hear you pussies, got the money on the phone, aye
Shh, shut the fuck up bitch, I'm talking
Strolling to the bank, got me fuckin' check walking
Sriracha on my shirt, represent how I'm saucing
Ain't the motherfucker that you wanna end up crossing
I'm a boss sum'bitch, take your caution
I don't got no blick, that's a Glock, bitch
Pussy motherfuckers always tryna waltz in
'Cause I'm getting all this cake with the frosting
I'm disgusting, that's what they been telling me
All my demons fuckin' up my body chemistry
I'ma catch myself a motherfuckin' felony
'Cause I backhand a bitch just for begging me
And just for the sake of some brevity
I ain't stopping till I'm underneath a cemetery
Hope my body in the same place my head is buried
Til it happens I'ma make it, but just barely
'Cause I don't got no life, I'm nobody, uh
Might just bust my mind with gold shotty, uh
Smash my fuckin' fifth, life of the party, uh
Come pick up your bitch, don't want your shawty, uh
I don't got no life, I'm nobody, uh
Might just bust my mind with gold shotty, uh
Smash my fuckin' fifth, life of the party, uh
Come pick up your bitch, don't want your shawty
I'ma be a fuckin headass
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh, yuh, aye
Yuh, aye, yuh, aye
I don't got no life, I'm nobody, uh
Might just bust my mind with gold shotty, uh
Smash my fuckin' fifth, life of the party, uh
Come pick up your bitch, don't want your shawty, uh
I don't got no life, I'm nobody, uh
Might just bust my mind with gold shotty, uh
Smash my fuckin' fifth, life of the party, uh
Come pick up your bitch, don't want your shawty
When she pop up in the DM, acting hella thotty
I'ma kick her to the curb and I ain't never tell her sorry, nah
I been fuck the world, I don't wanna fuckin' deal
All you pussies fuckin' pissing me off, just how I feel
Steady trippin' off a shroom, don't know what the fuck is real
I'ma need some fuckin' room, you about to taste the heel
Of my boot, coming with the steel toed shoes, finna boss up
Paper I'ma chase, all you bitches steady washed up
My baby tell me chill the fuck out 'fore they go and lock me up
Smoke too much gas, I'ma feel the hypoxia
I don't feel you motherfuckin' phonies
Acting like we close but we was never really homies
All my rhymes are golden, notes lookin' like a trophy
My neck ain't be frozen, but my teeth they fasho' be
Spit ice cold, hit the dope on the low, aye
I'ma blow all this indo up in your face
Bitches faking suicidal, go and jump the gold gate
I don't hear you pussies, got the money on the phone, aye
Shh, shut the fuck up bitch, I'm talking
Strolling to the bank, got me fuckin' check walking
Sriracha on my shirt, represent how I'm saucing
Ain't the motherfucker that you wanna end up crossing
I'm a boss sum'bitch, take your caution
I don't got no blick, that's a Glock, bitch
Pussy motherfuckers always tryna waltz in
'Cause I'm getting all this cake with the frosting
I'm disgusting, that's what they been telling me
All my demons fuckin' up my body chemistry
I'ma catch myself a motherfuckin' felony
'Cause I backhand a bitch just for begging me
And just for the sake of some brevity
I ain't stopping till I'm underneath a cemetery
Hope my body in the same place my head is buried
Til it happens I'ma make it, but just barely
'Cause I don't got no life, I'm nobody, uh
Might just bust my mind with gold shotty, uh
Smash my fuckin' fifth, life of the party, uh
Come pick up your bitch, don't want your shawty, uh
I don't got no life, I'm nobody, uh
Might just bust my mind with gold shotty, uh
Smash my fuckin' fifth, life of the party, uh
Come pick up your bitch, don't want your shawty
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