my_mom_hates_ur_guts.wav (feat. dnd dyl) [Demo]

She wants to keep in touch; she wants to sweet talk
She wants to hit it off; she wants to lip lock
'Cause I've been balling off the rip since the tip off
But when I was a little kid, I didn't have a piss pot
So I told that bitch to kick rocks

I told that bitch to knock it off
My diamonds look like crystals
So she asks about my Chakras
She says I whip this Dodge
Like Vin Diesel does when he's pissed off

I gave her a shot but I won't give her a second thought
'Cause I got exotic in a Ziploc
Pop the seal; it's twist off
Popping pills like they're Skittles
Until my eyes are criss crossed
Take an upper and a downer
Now I'm somewhere in the middle
But I'm feeling tip top, top notch
And I forget about, uh... I forgot

I should've known better than to let her meet my mom
'Cause she met my mom, but my mom fucking hates her guts
So from then on
I had to play along, like we get along
Like I like like her and like it when we get it on
When she gets on top and takes off her thong
Then she caught on, found out something was wrong
But that something was nothing
When she would ask what was wrong

'Cause I didn't have the guts
To say, "I fucking hate your guts"
I'm in her guts; I'll spill my guts
When I fill up a cup, when I fill up a cup

I walked in fits on fire
I walked in hella high
They see what I got on
They tryna copy mine
My shits been set on fire
By bro beneath my feet
He told me go and eat; I'll watch and take a seat
I watch 'em try be me
But bro, you never could
You crying in that club mirror like I thought you would
Suicide in your eyes and I think you should
I got the devil watchin' sayin' Spade you doing good