Purple Hair (feat. Jack Malaby & James Yee) [Radio Edit]

I'm sick and tired of y'all
Y'all mad confusing to me
I'm sick and tired of y'all
Your words translucent to me
I don't know what to believe
You deceived his every thought
No room to think
So I bleed my every thought
I can't breathe I start to cough
All your issues all your problems
I can't stop em so she pops one
Sixty mgs of ego what she dropping
She ain't dropping by my crib
But she's blocking all her issues
Popping pills just like they zits
Shopping smoking sucking him who
What has she even been through
I don't know
All I know is that all her issues
Are so fucking see through
Don't see you I see Lucy
Sweater Gucci
Said it's nice to meet you
Gurl this the 4 times
By next week it'll be nine
It's been nice we always overstep the line
Gurl you take yo time
Every time you shine and yours outfits
I'm drowning I'm lounging
I can't breathe start counting my pulse
I heart the east coast
My soul is the only thing
So my soul is the most
But my soul into motion
You caught me I might choke
You caught me I'm frozen
Learn to hang no rope

I'm sick n tired of y'all I'm sick I'm tired of y'all
Y'all got me lazy driving swerving crazy
I'm sick n tired of y'all I'm sick I'm tired of y'all
The jacket paisley purple haze lady
She had purple hair she had purple hair
She from a movie gurl a young Scorsese
I'm sick n tired of y'all I'm sick I'm tired of y'all
Y'all always hating while I'm playing in the daisies

I'm dishing out apologies
I'm sorry to your girlfriend
That you ain't me
That I got it
This shit ain't free
You want codeine
Or promethazine
I'm on magazines
I rock magazines
Quarter pounder and a M three
I don't drive beamers
But this Beam clean
MTV onna green screen
I put your face on a white tee
Bitches all tryna wife me
Got my name tatted
And her ass fatter
Than Druski sipping iced tea

No disrespect to a fat motherfucker
I cashed a biggie check, pushin 2 packs brother
One with the white and another with the green
Strips with the blue
Celebrate with the team
I brought up you to yo bitch
She said don't be mean
She said you're like her lil bro
I had to have some sympathy
I do not know you
So don't talk bad on me
I mixed her guts for you
That ones on me

I said I'm sorry but I'm too far gone
I crashed the whip let it burn on the lawn
I'm irresponsible
I know this rockstar shit too fun
Sorry to my mom it's cause i'm young
She knew that it was possible
Success improbable

So why not celebrate
That I got it
Fifty milligrams
Celebration in my pocket
I been blowing up
I might hit you with the rocket
Bitch stop it