Omen
In to me, they wanna talk
Bitch I'm running outta options
Pray to God that I don't flop
Selling my soul at an auction
Keep the bay clothes I'm on top
Smoking on gas in the yacht bitch
In to me, she wanna fuck
Set up the alter the omen
In to me, they wanna talk
Bitch I'm running outta options
Pray to God that I don't flop
Selling my soul at an auction
Keep the bay clothes I'm on top
Smoking on gas in the yacht bitch
Every day it's on and on
Fighting these demons they one on one
One day get rich like I'm Tony Son
Recording for days till the crack of dawn
Been up all night I can see the sun
Flex on that bitch couldn't tell you why
Look at me baby see eye to eye
Cover your mouth when you tell me a lie
When we in public we put on disguises
Racks in my pockets I feel like a don
I'm getting comfortable feel like the one
Can't leave a mess till I feel like I'm done
Stay outta trouble I'm wiping the blood
Already dead if you gripping a gun
(Already dead if you gripping a gun)
Like take me back to the
Good times we had
Before all the shit that we gon' go through
I don't know you
I took a few shrooms
And now I'm floating off the planet land on mars
Got me tripping got me feeling like I'm crazy
Reaching Jupiter we takin this shit far
Like the faucet broke I'm dripping I been lazy
In to me, they wanna talk
Bitch I'm running outta options
Pray to God that I don't flop
Selling my soul at an auction
Keep the bay clothes I'm on top
Smoking on gas in the yacht bitch
In to me, she wanna fuck
Set up the alter the omen
In to me, they wanna talk
Bitch I'm running outta options
Pray to God that I don't flop
Selling my soul at an auction
Keep the bay clothes I'm on top
Smoking on gas in the yacht bitch
Every day it's on and on
In to me, she wanna fuck
Top, pray to God that I don't flop
Bay clothes I'm on top
In to me, she wanna fuck
Like, in to me, she wanna fuck
In to me, she wanna fuck
Flex on that bitch couldn't tell you why
Look at me baby see eye to eye
Cover your mouth when you tell me a lie
When we in public we put on disguises
Racks in my pockets I feel like a don
I'm getting comfortable feel like the one
Can't leave a mess cause I'll feel like I'm dumb
Stay outta trouble I'm wiping the blood
Already dead if you gripping a gun
(Already dead if you gripping a gun)
Bitch I'm running outta options
Pray to God that I don't flop
Selling my soul at an auction
Keep the bay clothes I'm on top
Smoking on gas in the yacht bitch
In to me, she wanna fuck
Set up the alter the omen
In to me, they wanna talk
Bitch I'm running outta options
Pray to God that I don't flop
Selling my soul at an auction
Keep the bay clothes I'm on top
Smoking on gas in the yacht bitch
Every day it's on and on
Fighting these demons they one on one
One day get rich like I'm Tony Son
Recording for days till the crack of dawn
Been up all night I can see the sun
Flex on that bitch couldn't tell you why
Look at me baby see eye to eye
Cover your mouth when you tell me a lie
When we in public we put on disguises
Racks in my pockets I feel like a don
I'm getting comfortable feel like the one
Can't leave a mess till I feel like I'm done
Stay outta trouble I'm wiping the blood
Already dead if you gripping a gun
(Already dead if you gripping a gun)
Like take me back to the
Good times we had
Before all the shit that we gon' go through
I don't know you
I took a few shrooms
And now I'm floating off the planet land on mars
Got me tripping got me feeling like I'm crazy
Reaching Jupiter we takin this shit far
Like the faucet broke I'm dripping I been lazy
In to me, they wanna talk
Bitch I'm running outta options
Pray to God that I don't flop
Selling my soul at an auction
Keep the bay clothes I'm on top
Smoking on gas in the yacht bitch
In to me, she wanna fuck
Set up the alter the omen
In to me, they wanna talk
Bitch I'm running outta options
Pray to God that I don't flop
Selling my soul at an auction
Keep the bay clothes I'm on top
Smoking on gas in the yacht bitch
Every day it's on and on
In to me, she wanna fuck
Top, pray to God that I don't flop
Bay clothes I'm on top
In to me, she wanna fuck
Like, in to me, she wanna fuck
In to me, she wanna fuck
Flex on that bitch couldn't tell you why
Look at me baby see eye to eye
Cover your mouth when you tell me a lie
When we in public we put on disguises
Racks in my pockets I feel like a don
I'm getting comfortable feel like the one
Can't leave a mess cause I'll feel like I'm dumb
Stay outta trouble I'm wiping the blood
Already dead if you gripping a gun
(Already dead if you gripping a gun)
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Writer(s): Ethan Timms
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