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Used to whip that Camry
Now I'm laying in a hearse bitch
Feeling like a bastard
Imma snatch up on her purse bitch
They can't ride with me
I'm drunk and speeding on the highway
Ain't know what to do
So Imma do this shit my way

Backrooms no map aye
You can't find me
I got the lights off
And you know I'm hiding (huh)
Tryna fuck with us
There is really no surviving (nah)
Desecration and destruction
This is so exciting (aye, aye aye)

Hoe I'm just a vessel
Need to throw on some designer (flex)
Westwood on my neck
Girl all my things are really finer (ice)
Heard your mans got caught up
Fuckin' on a minor (oh)
You date ugly bitches she want me
But I decline her

Aye I be tweakin' all night
Chrome teeth, shining bright
If I die I'll be alright
Yeah I'm gone but I'll be fine
Don't worry bout me
I'm on my own (bitch)
Faced an 8th wood
And now I'm movin' really slow

Man what the fuck
Damn
This shit is crazy
Yo who do you know who's doing it like us
We on some fuckin' EsO shit
This not some soundcloud rap

Who you know can do it like us
Hoes tryna get onto our bus
You can't go on tour with us
I'm smokin' but I still feel sober
Cold ass day in mid-October
No cards but I got my poker
Light you up like you a smoker
Help me God I think it's over

My shit Cartier bitch
I'm lookin buff as fuck
Fendi, Prada, Kapital (bitch)
Just like it's natural
I can't feel my face
Shit I must be off that Swedish blow
I don't talk to lames man
Can't tell who is federal (esooo)

You a fed bitch
You ain't on my level bitch
You ain't shit I'm special bitch
Curse you like the devil bitch
Fuck a 9 to 5
I ain't goin out like you
40, whippit, blunt
And I'm huffin' on some glue

I don't text my hoes back
I'm tweaking off of Benadryl
Took an eighth of shrooms to see that
None this shit was ever real
No grasp on reality
I'm feelin' really schizo (ahh)
I just faced an 8th wood
I'm movin' really damn slow



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Writer(s): Ivan Aleksandrov, Sherif Badawy
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