Lyrics
Ayy, too much hate, I might blow my brains out
Yeah
Oh ooh
Too much hate, I might blow my brains out
She hit the blunt too fast now she's spaced out
Two cups, codeine, I got my face down
Stop hitting my phone, get out my face now
I hit the gas so fast, I'm gonna break down
Always first place, no I don't take L's
Yeah, too much gas imma get some air
I smoke too much but I do not care
Too many questions, ain't no questionnaire
I'm a star with this flow, stop right there
New flow, new hoe
That's not really how I move, hell no
She said she really like my style though, on god bro
She said she really like my voice, I said "yo"
I do be sounding really smooth, on this hoe
Baby make sure you give me clues, so I know
When the fuck do I make my move? I gotta know
Where the fuck do I improve? I don't know
Too much hate, I might blow my brains out
She hit the blunt too fast now she's spaced out
Two cups, codeine, I got my face down
Stop hitting my phone, get out my face now
Get out my face now
I could leave you in the dirt, I don't know how
You even think that you could hurt me, you'll get replaced now
Why'd you think that you could date me? Get out my face now