Crossed Eyed Dope Fiend (feat. Myir) Video (MV)

I used to say I wanna die, a lot enticing that you ask me who I am
Loosen up your f*cking stance, living for my funeral
Seek another out, he might be that stay or go
Nigga, f*ck a bitch, think twice who your next lover ho

Painfully rebel, repeat my sins, repenting, damn it
I pray finessing game, maybe go by smoothly
Work up to my prepaid crate, can't you see I'm worsening
My fossils off its rockers, f*ck this officer

I'm lawless cause I don't be scheming up
For supply, I just...
You f*cking thought
I guess y'all never know, can't just leave this alone, damn it
Plan it better next if time, come apart for your skill

Put your skull to the street, walk it back
Grab my shovel, push it back, you know how it's going
Underneath a table is a girl, she's sucking dick
I like this chick, she know how it go

I like this chick, for real
So I just work up to my prepaid crate
Work up to my prepaid crate
Work up to my prepaid crate

I'm walking back obliviously
Top of the morning, she get on her knees, she's going to church
I got this drug, but it's not from the nurse
I go ghost like a nigga was cursed

I shoot the AR, three round burst
Nigga got 6'4 clock, then get reimbursed
New gen 5, I know that shit hurt
Ain't tryna die, I know that shit hurt

Call a Korean, this bitch go to work
I'm tryna f*ck what the f*ck is a flirt
I pick six when a young nigga lurk
Go DMV, I be getting alert

Got a hell cat in her skirt
Got a hell cat in her purse
I got some lean on my shirt
We spinning your shit, it get worse

We spinning your shit, it get worse
Like shit cannot get no more worse
I'ma just make them disperse, just like ants
I'm rocking B's with that shit on my pants

Can't do a redo, what f*ck am I playing
XO to Abby, I don't pop no Xans
Pop my shit, I don't pop shit
That shit suck, nigga stop that shit

That shit suck, don't drop that shit
You ain't tough, better watch that shit
You ain't tough, better watch that shit