End Up Gone
(Ha, what the—?)
(Ha, what the—?)
I'll be dead before I pass the shit
I ain't ever, ever gettin' past this bitch
She don't even know what this menu say
So she don't even know how to ask for shit
Ooh, God forbid, this shit get hot
Here you go, pass the noodle
Ooh, ho tryna sketch out my plot
She ain't get past a dude
Woah, I used to mention gettin' that guap
But now I get guap to mention
Way—way too much when the shelf up top
Feel like I got dementia
Dude makin' my facial features hot
Feel like a popped a pimple
Old me wouldn't have done this shit right now
But I feel a lot much better (my doggy)
Uh, I'ma die right by my doggy's side (my doggy's side)
We don't fall off 'bout no dollar sign (no dollar sign)
I don't run out of dope
Baby, I'm damn near always high (near always high)
That's how I live my life
Fried, and makin' my momma proud, huh
And that's how this shit go down (how this shit go down)
This life shit a bitch sometimes (a bitch sometimes)
Don't ask for a pic' right now
'Cause I'm high as a bitch right now
But we don't need to stress no more (stress no more)
We don't need to check no phones
(We don't need to check no phones)
My shit too fast, if that light red, I'm probably gon' end up goin'
Hold yo' head up, I'm playin' this shit so right
We don't got nothin' wrong
Hell yeah, I'm flakin' on this thot
She don't got nothin' going
Damn right, I'm stayin' inside this house
I pay double a month
E'rybody keep prayin' this shit go south
I don't go nothin' but north
Baby, I still got love for ya
Lust for ya, I don't know just yet
You gotta give that truck back in a month
Boy, you don't own that shit
Somehow, I feel good for once
But somehow, I'm not good enough
Sat back for that ho, lil' fuck
Then send that one to the moon tonight
Uh, I'ma die right by my doggy's side (my doggy's side)
We don't fall off 'bout no dollar sign (no dollar sign)
I don't run out of dope
Baby, I'm damn near always high (near always high)
That's how I live my life
Fried, and makin' my momma proud, huh
And that's how this shit go down (how this shit go down)
This life shit a bitch sometimes (a bitch sometimes)
Don't ask for a pic' right now
'Cause I'm high as a bitch right now
But we don't need to stress no more (stress no more)
We don't need to check no phones
(We don't need to check no phones)
My shit too fast, if that light red, I'm probably gon' end up goin'
(Ha, what the—?)
I'll be dead before I pass the shit
I ain't ever, ever gettin' past this bitch
She don't even know what this menu say
So she don't even know how to ask for shit
Ooh, God forbid, this shit get hot
Here you go, pass the noodle
Ooh, ho tryna sketch out my plot
She ain't get past a dude
Woah, I used to mention gettin' that guap
But now I get guap to mention
Way—way too much when the shelf up top
Feel like I got dementia
Dude makin' my facial features hot
Feel like a popped a pimple
Old me wouldn't have done this shit right now
But I feel a lot much better (my doggy)
Uh, I'ma die right by my doggy's side (my doggy's side)
We don't fall off 'bout no dollar sign (no dollar sign)
I don't run out of dope
Baby, I'm damn near always high (near always high)
That's how I live my life
Fried, and makin' my momma proud, huh
And that's how this shit go down (how this shit go down)
This life shit a bitch sometimes (a bitch sometimes)
Don't ask for a pic' right now
'Cause I'm high as a bitch right now
But we don't need to stress no more (stress no more)
We don't need to check no phones
(We don't need to check no phones)
My shit too fast, if that light red, I'm probably gon' end up goin'
Hold yo' head up, I'm playin' this shit so right
We don't got nothin' wrong
Hell yeah, I'm flakin' on this thot
She don't got nothin' going
Damn right, I'm stayin' inside this house
I pay double a month
E'rybody keep prayin' this shit go south
I don't go nothin' but north
Baby, I still got love for ya
Lust for ya, I don't know just yet
You gotta give that truck back in a month
Boy, you don't own that shit
Somehow, I feel good for once
But somehow, I'm not good enough
Sat back for that ho, lil' fuck
Then send that one to the moon tonight
Uh, I'ma die right by my doggy's side (my doggy's side)
We don't fall off 'bout no dollar sign (no dollar sign)
I don't run out of dope
Baby, I'm damn near always high (near always high)
That's how I live my life
Fried, and makin' my momma proud, huh
And that's how this shit go down (how this shit go down)
This life shit a bitch sometimes (a bitch sometimes)
Don't ask for a pic' right now
'Cause I'm high as a bitch right now
But we don't need to stress no more (stress no more)
We don't need to check no phones
(We don't need to check no phones)
My shit too fast, if that light red, I'm probably gon' end up goin'
Credits
Writer(s): Asmil Rodriguez, Ian Smith
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