Been Dying
Yeaah
Yeaah
Slatt, slatt
Yeaah
Bitch
Fuck you bitch, I don't want a payment
Bully yo man, I push him to the pavement
Your boyfriend, he dress like a caveman
I pull up in Porsche, Cayman
I'm in the hills, you be stuck in the basement
He voted for Trump, he a racist
She put my name on her Vivienne bracelet
She screamin' out 'kimbo, you meetin' my cravings
I told that bitch shut up, my son crying
Yeah
I been poppin' the pills, I been dying
Yeah
I told that bitch shut up, my son crying
Yeah, slatt
I been poppin' the pills, I been dying
Lotta people think I'm wackish
But I'm ballin' out like I got drafted to the Mavericks
Slatt
Gotta watch my back
Swimming in a pool, yes I'm doing laps
She hold my cactus, I'm not
Jack
Shit
I fucked your bitch, I broke her back
Bitch
Gettin' bands, I want a stack
Quick
Out in public, cannot lack
Blick
Ohhhhhh
Why she try to go and fucking melt me?
I know this relationship not healthy
These the cards that life tried to dealt me
Climbin' to the top, I'm gonna get wealthy
I told that bitch shut up, my son crying
Yeah
I been poppin' the pills, I been dying
Yeah
I told that bitch shut up, my son crying
Yeah, slatt
I been poppin' the pills, I been dying
Yeaah
Slatt, slatt
Yeaah
Bitch
Fuck you bitch, I don't want a payment
Bully yo man, I push him to the pavement
Your boyfriend, he dress like a caveman
I pull up in Porsche, Cayman
I'm in the hills, you be stuck in the basement
He voted for Trump, he a racist
She put my name on her Vivienne bracelet
She screamin' out 'kimbo, you meetin' my cravings
I told that bitch shut up, my son crying
Yeah
I been poppin' the pills, I been dying
Yeah
I told that bitch shut up, my son crying
Yeah, slatt
I been poppin' the pills, I been dying
Lotta people think I'm wackish
But I'm ballin' out like I got drafted to the Mavericks
Slatt
Gotta watch my back
Swimming in a pool, yes I'm doing laps
She hold my cactus, I'm not
Jack
Shit
I fucked your bitch, I broke her back
Bitch
Gettin' bands, I want a stack
Quick
Out in public, cannot lack
Blick
Ohhhhhh
Why she try to go and fucking melt me?
I know this relationship not healthy
These the cards that life tried to dealt me
Climbin' to the top, I'm gonna get wealthy
I told that bitch shut up, my son crying
Yeah
I been poppin' the pills, I been dying
Yeah
I told that bitch shut up, my son crying
Yeah, slatt
I been poppin' the pills, I been dying
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