Slouch - U thought I was done (feat. Big Cracka) Lyrics

Aye, I be gettin' way, way, way too high
I don't write, I just think on the fly
Smoke dope, I smoke until I'm dyin'
Need you to get out my way
I need you out my mind
They just be trickin' you
Everything gon' be fine
Me and you ride or die
We gon' crash and burn
We just never learn, aye
Took a turn for the worse, aye
That's when I turned to the purp, aye
When that shit spill, it'll stain your shirt
I'm bad at committing, but not suicide
Think I took too many at one time
I make beats, I just rap on the side
Swag
I got no comparison
Livin' my life off of medicine
Bitch, who you better than
Livin' my life up in Maryland
On my money, I look like Mureșan
Dash in the C8 like Ruggs
Momma, I ain't no plug
Been doin' all my drugs
Not high, but I wish I was
Get my shit from my 'cuz
Check my shit, then I'm sunk
We ain't never droppin' no dud
Big Cracka, that's my cuz!
If you hate me, then say sum'
These bitches, they ain't nun'
These bitches, they ain't nun'

Yeah, I got
14 cars and 76 bitches
Askin' God for a little bit of the forgiveness
Even though I'm paying for pussy and strippin'
Need the booty, I'm addicted, I'm itchin'
In the pussy, I'm winnin', not flinchin'
And the thrillin', I'm feelin' while killin'
And diggin' and feelin' the kitten and finishin'
And the belly start kickin' and I'm fearin' the infant, uh
While I'm reminiscin' on havin' no children
Cuz I really can't have no children
I'm really f*ckin' bad at committin'
Next thing you know, I'm committin'
Suicide
And before I cry
I think to die, but I remember I'm fly
Then I fly, on my private jet
To go see the girl I met on Tinder
Then go watch a Mets game
You thought I was,
You thought I was,
You thought I was,
You thought I was done,
You thought I was dumb
But instead, I'm fun and makin' that money
Cuz I'm funny and the dick is all up in her tummy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dude, your raps are bummy
Like my nose, you fools are runnin'
No one dissin' me like they chickens from Kentucky
All you motherf*ckers are fried
All you motherf*ckers are dried
And washed like it's time for you motherf*ckers
To be put up in dryer to be, dried
Sittin' on top of the game
Sittin' on top like I'm gay
While you sittin' on bottom
And my dick in your bottom
Cuz you fools ain't got no play