Holy Shit Video (MV)

Holy shit i can't curse it's not worth it will I ever see what's under the surface
Looking at your face damn you would be perfect if my expectation wasn't so damn high
You damn right I'm high but I'm on probation lemme stop for I get locked up stock up
Jury made him see that he f*cked up now he'll never see his girl again you know
She ain't waiting they stay hating mind racing contemplating palm pay balmain chasing

Say you ever seen a kid so dedicated that he don't give a f*ck about the separation step back

Pistol crack if you messing with my currency I ain't no killer nigga but better not push a nigga
Smoking that Cush nigga my bitch got a bush nigga
She diplomatic told her we could be like the bush niggas

We faded

White House no elevator that's pretty good for a young black paper chaser
I don't want her to leave so I just separate her from all the bull shit
I just wanna rule shit I just wanna get rich
I just wanna f*ck that bitch and make her cream out lips
Lip stick make me wanna kiss that bitch I miss that bitch
But now she on the list of my x bitches

Fiend

A man made machine Woman made me then I made myself rich and bought a Mercedes
Then I got self a new bitch they started hating on my mother f*cking flow nigga
They already know nigga take another dose of the ex
Now she acting gross now she wanna give me neck
She wanna have sex people ask me why I treat my bitches like pets thats wrong
I treat my bitches with respect

Treat all of my bitches with respect yeah

So what you on
Finna make you run it like a marathon
I just carry on with my day
Take a hit from my favorite bong
Then I Lift away let em hate
It won't rain forever let that shit precipitate
Grate shit going ape shit on these niggas put em in the past
Like they ancient but I'm not the one that you should play with separate the bull
And if it pop off I might be the one to pull it bullet I ain't no gangster
Make sure my niggas wit me cause if it pop off they might be the one to pull it bullet
I'm full of myself just tryna get wealth and tryna get a new Louis belt
Listening to cudi only rapper I felt that was fit to be a king only time can tell oh well

Dance with my demons I'm just day dreaming
These niggas open books and I just read em and weep it's sad
I wish that I could help em but I don't think I can hope
That they can get a hold of it fore shit get out of hand
Get some money use it all on weed that's all I need
I don't need a recipe I'll prolly smoke it all in less than a week throw it all in a wood
And that shit help me to sleep I wanna hear it from the wolf not the sheep

Holly shit