Mr. Killer, don't kill me
Wake up Filthy
Yeah
I can't feel my face, roll another blunt
I don't blame the drugs 'cause my girl the plug
This my lifestyle I know you envy me
I told you I was up, you don't believe in me
You say that I'm a flop, I gotta disagree
My numbers goin' up, I got some enemies
I'm still a misfit, with a lotta friends
I get money when I sleep, does it make sense?
Molly made me f*ck your bitch, bro no offense
And she suck me on her knees, doesn't need the hands
Ha, Ha, Ha Ha Ha
I came a long way, you can't tell me shit
I can do it by myself, you don't sell me shit
I remember all the times that I had to split
If your song is coming next, then we gotta skip
Every time I'm on the wheel, I'm finna crash the whip
I got tattoos on my body and she love the drip
Your hands full of blood, got my cousin in the grave
See, you don't feel the pain, I'ma give them what they gave me
I know she getting freaky I'ma make this bitch taste me
She sleeping in my bed with my money kinda tasty
Fifty dollar bill inside the pussy, she so nasty