歌词
Man, it's like being on the drugs again
If it ain't 'bout a bag, I don't fuck with them
I only got love for my day ones
All these girls in my bed, got no love for them
I'll just be a scar on their wrist
Lie to their friends, how I'm evil, I'm meant to hurt 'em
When we met, I said my head ain't working
I been taking downers tryna lift the burden
Strippers wanna try lay in my bed
Tripping out, wanna play with my head
These basic bitches play the victim every time
I knew your type the day that we met
We ain't got nothing in common
Except that we suicidal and we fuck good
Now she saying that she love me, I know that she don't
I'm thinking who the fuck would?
Cop me Gucci and think I'ma love her
Call me daddy every time that I fuck her
She got the dude she used to see to shoot me Ps
I ran straight through the place with my brother
Sorry, I ain't got that verse, homie
Jack's on my back, wish the worst on me
I been tryna rap like Kers. homie
Make a stack but feels like there's a curse on me
201
Laziest motherfucking rapper alive