Letras
Syrup sipping
Keep my pistol gripping
I'm never tripping on a bitch I'm speaking hieroglyphics
You wanna come and see death
Then you'll have to pay a visit
My head is full of bad decisions while I'm puffing on this fuckin whippet
Okay we get it
Depressed mother fucker from the cut
Bloated up my gut from sipping bloody cup
Clique full of shadows keep the blinds shut
I ain't into smoking indica
I'd rather blow ice till my eyes crust
Then I go
Know they wanna see me float
Know they wanna see me be a ghost
But atleast
If I die
My clothes will still look fucking cold
And my message still stand bold
Fuck the world so hard I turned it back to mold
Bitch what the fuck
What is up
Know I got some bounty's up
Know I fucked your bitch so hard I ripped her fucking panties up
I just popped an X and now I'm feeling a lil invincible
Fuck your fucking clique I hope your death is fucking miserable
Never gave a shit
Harry so inconsiderate
Always in a state of stress
Burn it out with a cigarette
I got PTSD
I'm never trusting no bitch again
It's the B M to the G
Shadows climbing up the trees
Yeah
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