Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
They ask how i'm-
They ask how i'm moving I tell 'em i'm cruising bitch
Tryna find the f*ckin' ceiling i'm used to this
4g of mushies in my pockets got me roofless
Getting head from an undead ho' she toothless
2 days ago I woke up in a cemetery
Bitch I ain't f*ckin' jokin' really woke up in the cemetery
Ima put it as the cover pic
Took a couple shots and I was f*ckin' gone quick
Why the f*ck i'm doin' this without tolerance?
For f*ck boys I don't got no f*ckin' tolerance
I was tryna dig my grave by the days end
Watch the rain fall, f*ck i'm have to start again
She told me "bae i'm bi-curious" (ay)
I feel you bae I think i'm high-curious (ay)
'Less you playin' with my money it ain't serious
But f*ck round with my money, shit gon' get serious
F*ckin' 'round lacing tryna locate death for days man
I black-out whenever I drink so I can't
Touch that bottle too often
So I pop f*ckin' M, get my jaw lockin'
Gamble life, flip dice
Tried to sell my soul twice
Devil didn't want it
I said "f*ck you pussy", started stuntin
He came back around and was like "damn you gon' be running shit"
I said back the f*ck up
You ain't had no part in this