happy song
Yeah, no, no, no!
No, no, no, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ugh!
I do not care about anybody anymore
Everything's going to shit
And I just wanna die but I'm too scared, yea
Turn up
This shit could get ugly real fast
I'm in the SRT, real fast
I get behind the wheel and I will crash
Wrap around a tree
(This is trap music, bitch!)
Shoutout Solsa, he with the roos and shit
I never followed the rules for shit
I was terrible in school and shit
You know I failed some classes
You know I made hella classics
You know I'm better than your average
You know I'm better than your average label plant
But I'm still trash
And I'm still gettin' on they ass
I don't even wanna rap
Nah, I just wanna get my money up
And help other rappers
Bitch, we can't be moving backwards
I won't be as important as I might be now
It's the people after
You could be a supporting actor
Pull up to my mother's house if you want the smoke
Bullets through the walls as I pray and hope
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I got a little too fucked up, I went and trashed the whole studio
Should I regret this shit and be ashamed
Or should I flex this shit in the studio?
I make the bestest shit in the studio
I don't be renting shit in the studio
Got guap, invest this shit in a studio
I make beats on FL studio
You fall asleep when you in the studio
I light a bonfire under your bootyhole
My vocal chain, that's for me and you to know
Cause I can't have no one spillin' sauce
And if you ain't working you gettin' lost
All these rappers is twerking and gettin' tossed
Bitch I'm poppin' a perc cause I'm sick of thoughts
Bitch I'm poppin' a perc cause I'm sick of thoughts
And we smokin' it down cause we don't wanna breathe
Give up 'fore it even begin, okay, yeah
Pull up on me because I wanna suffer and bleed
Okay, gang, gang, gang, gang
I do not care about anybody anymore
Everything's going to shit
And I just wanna die but I'm too scared, yea
Turn up
This shit could get ugly real fast
I'm in the SRT, real fast
I get behind the wheel and I will crash
Wrap around a tree
Shoutout Solsa, he with the roos and shit
Solsa, he with the roos and
I never followed the rules for, rules for
I never followed the
Ugh!
No, no, no, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ugh!
I do not care about anybody anymore
Everything's going to shit
And I just wanna die but I'm too scared, yea
Turn up
This shit could get ugly real fast
I'm in the SRT, real fast
I get behind the wheel and I will crash
Wrap around a tree
(This is trap music, bitch!)
Shoutout Solsa, he with the roos and shit
I never followed the rules for shit
I was terrible in school and shit
You know I failed some classes
You know I made hella classics
You know I'm better than your average
You know I'm better than your average label plant
But I'm still trash
And I'm still gettin' on they ass
I don't even wanna rap
Nah, I just wanna get my money up
And help other rappers
Bitch, we can't be moving backwards
I won't be as important as I might be now
It's the people after
You could be a supporting actor
Pull up to my mother's house if you want the smoke
Bullets through the walls as I pray and hope
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I got a little too fucked up, I went and trashed the whole studio
Should I regret this shit and be ashamed
Or should I flex this shit in the studio?
I make the bestest shit in the studio
I don't be renting shit in the studio
Got guap, invest this shit in a studio
I make beats on FL studio
You fall asleep when you in the studio
I light a bonfire under your bootyhole
My vocal chain, that's for me and you to know
Cause I can't have no one spillin' sauce
And if you ain't working you gettin' lost
All these rappers is twerking and gettin' tossed
Bitch I'm poppin' a perc cause I'm sick of thoughts
Bitch I'm poppin' a perc cause I'm sick of thoughts
And we smokin' it down cause we don't wanna breathe
Give up 'fore it even begin, okay, yeah
Pull up on me because I wanna suffer and bleed
Okay, gang, gang, gang, gang
I do not care about anybody anymore
Everything's going to shit
And I just wanna die but I'm too scared, yea
Turn up
This shit could get ugly real fast
I'm in the SRT, real fast
I get behind the wheel and I will crash
Wrap around a tree
Shoutout Solsa, he with the roos and shit
Solsa, he with the roos and
I never followed the rules for, rules for
I never followed the
Ugh!
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Writer(s): Bruhmanegod, Christopher Lindsey
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