scrd
Hm hm hm hmmm
Hm hm hm hmmm
Hm hm hm hmmm
Thumbin through paper
Gettin real faded
Look at my bitch
Give me that Cambridge
Sit on my
Switch it like
Gimmie that Mmmm
But its all basic
Double up spaceships
A couple cups ain't shit to bottle my pain
Same when the sun is up
Aim on a one on one
Ain't really one of y'all check my name
Check my bag n' shit
Gettin this cash n shit
Im doin my dash
Level up averages and budget in Apathy cuz the blood in my veins
Full of Cut Co blades and the cut cocaine
Dutch, Dusse, and the same old tape
But its all new friends cuz they always fake
Like a bitch who straight but she go both ways
I wish I could have me a bitch that'll have any bitch that I want
Without even gotta say
Say she wanna chill with her friends but still get a text
So her phone stay stuck to her hand
Silicone zone thats nice for a trend
Said I want peace but its pipes in the van
Cuz you fly for your family and fight for your friends if they family
Eyelid diameter tweak like a banshee
Fly in a ambulance high as I can be
Die like a champion, ride like a baby
Thumbin through paper
Gettin real faded
Look at my bitch
Give me that Cambridge
Sit on my
Switch it like
Gimmie that Mmmm
But its all basic
Double up spaceships
A couple cups ain't shit to bottle my pain
Same when the sun is up
Aim on a one on one
Ain't really one of y'all check my name
Ain't with the other ones soundin like number 1
I don't call this my government stage
Tell 'em if they pay me, then they gettin paid
Catch me on the switch shit sever my veins
Catch you on bitch shit
Fuck outta my face
I take care of your feelings I ain't let em escape
Paypaling your earrings, your plate, pallet, your drank
Your chalice, your chain metallic
Shit, I came up out of a day without it
Moved a pinky out of a stainless Audi
Shit, I weighed it out on the tray
He doubt it again, I count up the bread, don't count on my friends
Thats been since an infant
Don't need a issue
Is what it would be if it was simple
Pickin the up speed no tempo
Pickin the up speed no rental
Swingin the up speed no gimble
Thinkin the ugly might cleanse you
Is you
Thumbin through paper
Gettin real faded
Look at my bitch
Give me that Cambridge
Sit on my
Switch it like
Gimmie that Mmmm
But its all basic
Double up spaceships
A couple cups ain't shit to bottle my pain
Same when the sun is up
Aim on a one on one
Ain't really one of y'all check my name
Mm mm mm mm mmm
Mm mm mm mm mmm
Hm hm hm hmmm
Hm hm hm hmmm
Thumbin through paper
Gettin real faded
Look at my bitch
Give me that Cambridge
Sit on my
Switch it like
Gimmie that Mmmm
But its all basic
Double up spaceships
A couple cups ain't shit to bottle my pain
Same when the sun is up
Aim on a one on one
Ain't really one of y'all check my name
Check my bag n' shit
Gettin this cash n shit
Im doin my dash
Level up averages and budget in Apathy cuz the blood in my veins
Full of Cut Co blades and the cut cocaine
Dutch, Dusse, and the same old tape
But its all new friends cuz they always fake
Like a bitch who straight but she go both ways
I wish I could have me a bitch that'll have any bitch that I want
Without even gotta say
Say she wanna chill with her friends but still get a text
So her phone stay stuck to her hand
Silicone zone thats nice for a trend
Said I want peace but its pipes in the van
Cuz you fly for your family and fight for your friends if they family
Eyelid diameter tweak like a banshee
Fly in a ambulance high as I can be
Die like a champion, ride like a baby
Thumbin through paper
Gettin real faded
Look at my bitch
Give me that Cambridge
Sit on my
Switch it like
Gimmie that Mmmm
But its all basic
Double up spaceships
A couple cups ain't shit to bottle my pain
Same when the sun is up
Aim on a one on one
Ain't really one of y'all check my name
Ain't with the other ones soundin like number 1
I don't call this my government stage
Tell 'em if they pay me, then they gettin paid
Catch me on the switch shit sever my veins
Catch you on bitch shit
Fuck outta my face
I take care of your feelings I ain't let em escape
Paypaling your earrings, your plate, pallet, your drank
Your chalice, your chain metallic
Shit, I came up out of a day without it
Moved a pinky out of a stainless Audi
Shit, I weighed it out on the tray
He doubt it again, I count up the bread, don't count on my friends
Thats been since an infant
Don't need a issue
Is what it would be if it was simple
Pickin the up speed no tempo
Pickin the up speed no rental
Swingin the up speed no gimble
Thinkin the ugly might cleanse you
Is you
Thumbin through paper
Gettin real faded
Look at my bitch
Give me that Cambridge
Sit on my
Switch it like
Gimmie that Mmmm
But its all basic
Double up spaceships
A couple cups ain't shit to bottle my pain
Same when the sun is up
Aim on a one on one
Ain't really one of y'all check my name
Mm mm mm mm mmm
Mm mm mm mm mmm
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Writer(s): Rylan Durham
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