white wine
I had
No one by my side
'Til the pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride (skrrt)
Took her to the crib, how I die every night
(Lil Tracy, blow it up man)
Show her how I die
No one by my side (yeah)
'Til the pretty young white Peep hopped up in my ride
(GothBoiClique) took her to the crib and I show her how I die every night
(Fuck, ayy, ayy, fuck, bitch, damn)
I had no one by my side (no one by my side)
'Til this pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride (yah, yah)
Took her to the crib and I show her how I die (how I die)
Every night, then I wake up and I'm still fuckin' high (I'm still high, yeah)
Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up?
More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup (pour another cup)
Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up?
(More wine) more wine, more wine, (more wine) baby, pour another cup
Ayo
I just dropped a pill in my champagne
She said she love me, and she don't even know my real name, yeah
Hoppin' out the Uber on a Friday
Gothic bitch, her Gucci bag got bags of cocaine, yah
I've been living life my way
I can't fuck with you if we weren't friends on MySpace
Lord why, Lord why, do I wanna die?
I'ma get a Maserati just to take my life inside
Baby, sip this wine, tell me, are you down to ride?
'Cause when I get a castle I won't let no one inside
I'm so magical, my wrist glisten in your dreams
Skinny nigga up next, countin' guap with Lil Peep, yah
(Let's get it)
I had no one by my side
'Til this pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride
Took her to the crib and I show her how I die
Every night, then I wake up and I'm still fuckin' high
Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up?
More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup
Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up?
More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup
Ayo
No one by my side
'Til the pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride (skrrt)
Took her to the crib, how I die every night
(Lil Tracy, blow it up man)
Show her how I die
No one by my side (yeah)
'Til the pretty young white Peep hopped up in my ride
(GothBoiClique) took her to the crib and I show her how I die every night
(Fuck, ayy, ayy, fuck, bitch, damn)
I had no one by my side (no one by my side)
'Til this pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride (yah, yah)
Took her to the crib and I show her how I die (how I die)
Every night, then I wake up and I'm still fuckin' high (I'm still high, yeah)
Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up?
More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup (pour another cup)
Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up?
(More wine) more wine, more wine, (more wine) baby, pour another cup
Ayo
I just dropped a pill in my champagne
She said she love me, and she don't even know my real name, yeah
Hoppin' out the Uber on a Friday
Gothic bitch, her Gucci bag got bags of cocaine, yah
I've been living life my way
I can't fuck with you if we weren't friends on MySpace
Lord why, Lord why, do I wanna die?
I'ma get a Maserati just to take my life inside
Baby, sip this wine, tell me, are you down to ride?
'Cause when I get a castle I won't let no one inside
I'm so magical, my wrist glisten in your dreams
Skinny nigga up next, countin' guap with Lil Peep, yah
(Let's get it)
I had no one by my side
'Til this pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride
Took her to the crib and I show her how I die
Every night, then I wake up and I'm still fuckin' high
Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up?
More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup
Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up?
More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup
Ayo
Credits
Writer(s): Jazz Butler, Braden Morgan, Gustav Ahr, Phillip Elverum
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