Ahaa
Ha, Ahaa, Ahaa
It's so funny, Huh
Bitch I'm on that PCP I'm goin insane
I'm also used to pills and lean, But trust me they ain't the same
I need help, Mentally I'm fucked up in the brain
I think I'm broken, Might just OD, Life is hard and man I need a break
Man I need some shrooms, psilocybin
I got ties with Satan and on my life I ain't lying
But I also know that I need god, But I can't see or hear him
I'm still wondering where he hiding, Man God where'd ya go?
I haven't been on earth too long, But I could tell you words of wisdom
You might have to cite em
But I'm not defined all by my battles, And the bosses that I slayed
The only thing in life, Is about, Is Money that we fucking make
Or the titties that these bitches pushing in my face
But it only lasts till we die in the name of life, Man I'm praying that I fly
(Lets go)
Nah fuck out my face, Man fuck how you feeling
I Got 10 bad bitches they know Ima demon
They tryna fuck, Man they all want my semen
She a bad bitch from New York
I said, Suck on my dick, Run round with the choppas and sticks
(Hehe)
Run through the mag, 60 in this clip
I got blurry vision like a cataract
They said, Aiden you got money?
Yea, I said I got all the racks
Throwing up gang signs, Like bitch it's blood on this and that
Might throw a slat, You claim you toting, Bitch I'm calling cap
Then pop a chewy man, I'm feeling really zapped
Haters gon hate, Even if it's cap
Man they love talkin shit, Always this and that
All these bitches on me, Man they on my top
They say I'm paper chasing, Bitch I still got to that gwap
I been taught up by the streets, Raised by this Glock
Don't make a mistake, Or yo ass getting shot
I'll punch you in the face, Bitch like the 8 ball
You lookin goofy, While I'm playing pool, Nah it's billiards
You know we all Goats we running up them millions
Raised by the Glock, Straight off yo block
KO 3, I learned how to shoot the mouse up on the clock
Told a bitch, Mess with me, And get shot with that glizzy
Yea we spinning round the O
Now it got you dizzy
One to the face, You dead
Yea I'm keeping it a buck 50
999 Forever
We never die
We could never
Trust me, I would never lie
To you or me, And that a fact
(Bitch)
It's so funny, Huh
Bitch I'm on that PCP I'm goin insane
I'm also used to pills and lean, But trust me they ain't the same
I need help, Mentally I'm fucked up in the brain
I think I'm broken, Might just OD, Life is hard and man I need a break
Man I need some shrooms, psilocybin
I got ties with Satan and on my life I ain't lying
But I also know that I need god, But I can't see or hear him
I'm still wondering where he hiding, Man God where'd ya go?
I haven't been on earth too long, But I could tell you words of wisdom
You might have to cite em
But I'm not defined all by my battles, And the bosses that I slayed
The only thing in life, Is about, Is Money that we fucking make
Or the titties that these bitches pushing in my face
But it only lasts till we die in the name of life, Man I'm praying that I fly
(Lets go)
Nah fuck out my face, Man fuck how you feeling
I Got 10 bad bitches they know Ima demon
They tryna fuck, Man they all want my semen
She a bad bitch from New York
I said, Suck on my dick, Run round with the choppas and sticks
(Hehe)
Run through the mag, 60 in this clip
I got blurry vision like a cataract
They said, Aiden you got money?
Yea, I said I got all the racks
Throwing up gang signs, Like bitch it's blood on this and that
Might throw a slat, You claim you toting, Bitch I'm calling cap
Then pop a chewy man, I'm feeling really zapped
Haters gon hate, Even if it's cap
Man they love talkin shit, Always this and that
All these bitches on me, Man they on my top
They say I'm paper chasing, Bitch I still got to that gwap
I been taught up by the streets, Raised by this Glock
Don't make a mistake, Or yo ass getting shot
I'll punch you in the face, Bitch like the 8 ball
You lookin goofy, While I'm playing pool, Nah it's billiards
You know we all Goats we running up them millions
Raised by the Glock, Straight off yo block
KO 3, I learned how to shoot the mouse up on the clock
Told a bitch, Mess with me, And get shot with that glizzy
Yea we spinning round the O
Now it got you dizzy
One to the face, You dead
Yea I'm keeping it a buck 50
999 Forever
We never die
We could never
Trust me, I would never lie
To you or me, And that a fact
(Bitch)
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Writer(s): Aiden Everett
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