Frail

What's happening
Yeah
Y'all ain't know shit homie
We got rosez on the beat
Shouts out sold souls
What's happening sicb0i
You thinkin you special but you not
I think imma let your body rot
You thinkin you popping but you not
I think you been talking to the cops

Pussy boy you frail I bet you be sucking cock
You should burn in hell I'll be watching from the top
I can't even tell if I'm human or I'm not
Broke another scale I been moving too much pot

Almost offed the pipe cuz this boy was actin sus
Muthafuck yo life imma make you bite the dust
I'll seed up your wife let her tell you it's your son
Now you wanna fight cuz yo bitch swallow my cum

Homie you a bitch you won't take my life
Imma load a clip I got you in sight
You can bring ya clique cuz I don't play nice
I hope they come quick I need a third sacrifice

Shawty said I'm insane I'm like tell me something new
Told her to give me brain she like yes sir I love you
Baby-girl what's your name cuz I think I love you too
Muthafuck all this fame lets trip acid on the moon

Visually deluded mentally I'm quite deranged
You got eyes of a serpent I got poison in my veins
Life is an illusion so I question everything
How do you expect a verse from me if you don't got no change

Don't fuck with these privileged kids
I really don't want to live
I can't speak on what I did
Felonies inside the whip

We was in the mud
We ain't have it good
Reup in the slums
Lighting up a wood

Shorty on a leash
At the liquor store
She get down and feast
On this dick cuz she my hoe

You thinkin you special but you not
I think imma let your body rot
You thinkin you popping but you not
I think you been talking to the cops

What's happening sold souls
We got rosez on the beat
We posted up Indacut homie



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Daigle
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