In My Mind
Put this hoe in a choke hold, she gon' throat Don't mean yodel, like a boat, wet like noodles
Talk to your fokes, make em' Google Search me up, SØUP go brutal
Leave you alone, inbred Poodle Make a mix, then I'll shoot you
Got Kel-Tec, on the crew Got red flags, that's old news
Go to bed, I'll be your doom Go get some head, then I got vroom
Speed down, bitch Hit a speed bump, then he's dead
No one alive in my head Trash my room and find some meds
So I can sleep in my mind It's bleak, but it's fine
We ain't weak on dimes I be lifting the weight over my shoulders
Like, ayy, she gon' eat that shit up She gon' eat this dick up
She gon' hit a figure, bitch I got the silver tabletop
No counter, metal canister I'ma load the clip, then I battle, yuh
1v1, turn around, and then I smoke a blunt Fuck you up, I'ma load that shit, bitch, I'm up
You can't fuck with this shit, I'ma put you in the dirt
Straight down to the earth, hand fulls of dirt
Uh, curse of the dead, curse of the living, I wish I was dead
Got Bape on, but I wish for nothing Fuck around so I press all of his buttons
Bitch, I'ma fuck him up, right? I'ma slit his throat, aight
Fuck, shit
(This was a freestyle btw Lol)
Talk to your fokes, make em' Google Search me up, SØUP go brutal
Leave you alone, inbred Poodle Make a mix, then I'll shoot you
Got Kel-Tec, on the crew Got red flags, that's old news
Go to bed, I'll be your doom Go get some head, then I got vroom
Speed down, bitch Hit a speed bump, then he's dead
No one alive in my head Trash my room and find some meds
So I can sleep in my mind It's bleak, but it's fine
We ain't weak on dimes I be lifting the weight over my shoulders
Like, ayy, she gon' eat that shit up She gon' eat this dick up
She gon' hit a figure, bitch I got the silver tabletop
No counter, metal canister I'ma load the clip, then I battle, yuh
1v1, turn around, and then I smoke a blunt Fuck you up, I'ma load that shit, bitch, I'm up
You can't fuck with this shit, I'ma put you in the dirt
Straight down to the earth, hand fulls of dirt
Uh, curse of the dead, curse of the living, I wish I was dead
Got Bape on, but I wish for nothing Fuck around so I press all of his buttons
Bitch, I'ma fuck him up, right? I'ma slit his throat, aight
Fuck, shit
(This was a freestyle btw Lol)
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Writer(s): Zachary Golden, Amber Lundy
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