Euphoria
Smokin on this op pack
Got me high as fuck
Glock called lucky charms boy
please don't try your luck
Told lil shorty yeah I fuck with you
But I'm not in love
I'm in the club dropped 5
Next day I doubled up
See you Showed your true colors bitch
I'm not color blind
I don't play like that
You cant play both sides
This ain't parent trap
Caught you lackin
Now you down bad
I can't help but laugh
When the same thing happened
To me ain't nobody help my ass
But let bygones be bygones
So bye bitch you gone
I made diss songs bout niggas then seen them sing along
Man that's crazy
Niggas act fugazi
then act like I'm hating
Fuck how you feel I'm on a treadmill still paper chasing
Niggas plottin
They dont got no options
On my socials watchin
My old bitches stalkin
My stroke got them talkin
I'm still poppin
But not pilkls
Fuck xans & percs
That shit just aint worth it
You like McDonalds ice cream machine
I never see you workin
Aye was that hard?
Honestly on a scale from hard to hardest you could go harder
What the FUCK does that even mean bro?
Chillout, hold on, imma just show you, wait...
And the cost of your whip same price as my fit
If she cant suck dick she not slidin off rip
A lumberjack bitch I came in with the sticks
Got snakes on my feet & an ape on my chest
My niggas they shooters like barbers got clips
Bust down on my watch Blueface on my wrist
They love me like Raymond & hate you like Chris
Cristal in my cup who do it like this?
I get to the check & you know that
Her ass so fat like Thursday you know that she throwback
Please don't ask me where your hoe at
I get to the paper my nigga akatsuki like konan
I'm not really into the romance
Unless im fuckin these commas up gettin in more bands
She ridin my shit like a moped
I brought a mop to the club just like a custodian
And she brought a draco like slytherin
Yeah imma slime real snake boy you know that im slippin in
I'm whippin a brick in the kitchen
You know im posted in private just like imma finsta and
I stay in the trap like this Yugioh
Niggas who don't do a lot be swearing i do the most
Hit her in reverse like Uno
All hits no misses you flinch to your funerals
Ha like that, you know what im sayin?
Man fuck you nigga
I ain't got time for this bullshit
I'm bout to binge-watch euphoria
I got HBO Max
Bitch
Got me high as fuck
Glock called lucky charms boy
please don't try your luck
Told lil shorty yeah I fuck with you
But I'm not in love
I'm in the club dropped 5
Next day I doubled up
See you Showed your true colors bitch
I'm not color blind
I don't play like that
You cant play both sides
This ain't parent trap
Caught you lackin
Now you down bad
I can't help but laugh
When the same thing happened
To me ain't nobody help my ass
But let bygones be bygones
So bye bitch you gone
I made diss songs bout niggas then seen them sing along
Man that's crazy
Niggas act fugazi
then act like I'm hating
Fuck how you feel I'm on a treadmill still paper chasing
Niggas plottin
They dont got no options
On my socials watchin
My old bitches stalkin
My stroke got them talkin
I'm still poppin
But not pilkls
Fuck xans & percs
That shit just aint worth it
You like McDonalds ice cream machine
I never see you workin
Aye was that hard?
Honestly on a scale from hard to hardest you could go harder
What the FUCK does that even mean bro?
Chillout, hold on, imma just show you, wait...
And the cost of your whip same price as my fit
If she cant suck dick she not slidin off rip
A lumberjack bitch I came in with the sticks
Got snakes on my feet & an ape on my chest
My niggas they shooters like barbers got clips
Bust down on my watch Blueface on my wrist
They love me like Raymond & hate you like Chris
Cristal in my cup who do it like this?
I get to the check & you know that
Her ass so fat like Thursday you know that she throwback
Please don't ask me where your hoe at
I get to the paper my nigga akatsuki like konan
I'm not really into the romance
Unless im fuckin these commas up gettin in more bands
She ridin my shit like a moped
I brought a mop to the club just like a custodian
And she brought a draco like slytherin
Yeah imma slime real snake boy you know that im slippin in
I'm whippin a brick in the kitchen
You know im posted in private just like imma finsta and
I stay in the trap like this Yugioh
Niggas who don't do a lot be swearing i do the most
Hit her in reverse like Uno
All hits no misses you flinch to your funerals
Ha like that, you know what im sayin?
Man fuck you nigga
I ain't got time for this bullshit
I'm bout to binge-watch euphoria
I got HBO Max
Bitch
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Writer(s): Michael Jimmie Jr Hunter
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