Voices
Bitch I'm not movin
He took a couple a hits now he not movin
I don't think dirt human
It's hot in here it's humid
Who who
Who who you foolin
Want more keep on winning
While you fuck boy stick to losing
You speak capaneese and fluent
She keep tabs on what I'm doin
Bitch I be that fuckin druggie junkie duckin 12
Bitch you fucking lucky if I got you in my cell phone
Bells ring in hell
I'll be fine all by myself
But they all want me to fail
Safe fucking full of skeletons
I'm biting off my nails
Hail Who the goats in the upper left?
Me she flash her fucking breasts
Boy you pressed
I might crack a smile but I'm still motherfuckin depressed
You could run that fuckin trip
Like you don't wanna live
But I really went from sippin on a cup to doin black I want a lil more
Now you got that dope fiend scheming outside your fuckin window
Better stay on your fuckin tip toes
I sit and I wait for death
Its always in my head
Speaking of that I put my splattered brains as a place on the map
I'm circling back to you boys that just act
You buy your blue caps
I'm investing in smack
Now that you think that they're wack hoe
Bitch I already knew all that hoe
Ride that red gator straight out of fuckin hell
12 tribes of Israel c4 on citadels oh well
My soul is for sale
I'll be alone and pale and sitting on the throne with holy grail
Its rather that than living in a fuckin cell
Hoping subs come from this dumb ass hoe that sends em in the mail
He took a couple a hits now he not movin
I don't think dirt human
It's hot in here it's humid
Who who
Who who you foolin
Want more keep on winning
While you fuck boy stick to losing
You speak capaneese and fluent
She keep tabs on what I'm doin
Bitch I be that fuckin druggie junkie duckin 12
Bitch you fucking lucky if I got you in my cell phone
Bells ring in hell
I'll be fine all by myself
But they all want me to fail
Safe fucking full of skeletons
I'm biting off my nails
Hail Who the goats in the upper left?
Me she flash her fucking breasts
Boy you pressed
I might crack a smile but I'm still motherfuckin depressed
You could run that fuckin trip
Like you don't wanna live
But I really went from sippin on a cup to doin black I want a lil more
Now you got that dope fiend scheming outside your fuckin window
Better stay on your fuckin tip toes
I sit and I wait for death
Its always in my head
Speaking of that I put my splattered brains as a place on the map
I'm circling back to you boys that just act
You buy your blue caps
I'm investing in smack
Now that you think that they're wack hoe
Bitch I already knew all that hoe
Ride that red gator straight out of fuckin hell
12 tribes of Israel c4 on citadels oh well
My soul is for sale
I'll be alone and pale and sitting on the throne with holy grail
Its rather that than living in a fuckin cell
Hoping subs come from this dumb ass hoe that sends em in the mail
Credits
Writer(s): Cante Owen
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