LAZY

Smokin' mad newports cuz I got court soon
Fuck you
And fuck the cops who took the strap
I remember busting heads I had it in my lap
I'm fuckin' paranoid so yes I want it back
Might catch a charge so bitch I'm fuckin stressed
If that boy got a problem then come shoot me in the chest
I said
I don't really give a fuck no more
Gotta lay low gotta job at a thrift store
Rarely make music anymore, I been gettin' high
Gettin' faded takin' pills I need fuckin' more
Taking drugs just to maintain, crush an oxy take it to the damn brain
Opiates in veins, how I'm coping with this pain
Bitch

My only policy is that you don't be a bitch
The only problem is that's really all that you is
Yall behave like kids where the fuck is the dignity
Need a bullet in your lid, oops my bad we just spilled some illiteracy
All these pussies behind my back talkin' bout killin' me
Same mother fuckers said they'd always be real to me
Karol and random shit yeah you're a real sipper
Band camps fent send you the big dipper
If the waitress is hot then I'm a big tipper
But even if she's not, imma still tip her
I love my ladies so god damn much
Like Philly loves some angel dust
Yeah sound like a nice guy but fuck with me once
The g-19 M4 gonna bust



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Writer(s): Gage Garrison
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