Letras
Pour the Wock' just to kill my depression symptoms
Fuck
On fye, fuck, on fye
On God, brr
Too many drugs in my system
Fuck, fuck
Too many drugs in my system
Pour the Wock' just to kill my depression symptoms
Fuck nigga mad that we spendin'
I told him shit on his ass, now he mad he ain't listen
I'm off the pill, I ain't mad, I ain't trippin'
I'm about to cut with a mask tryna hit song
Say he gon' get on my ass, I ain't trippin'
I'll leave your head on the dash tryna split song
Swing in his Drac' everywhere he can go
Nigga ass take piss with the Drac, nigga know
Nigga clean your heart, but he high like a ho
Got a drop out three, got a hit in that phone
Nigga move with precautions, I do the shit, make you nauseous
You probably a vomitor, bro, nigga probably a thaw
I bet his rash shit'll blow up
If I go and whack when you rap, backstabbing a bat was him
Put a bitch right on the floor 'cause I got a loud ass match
I'm smokin' on rapper, if it ain't no Zazi throw
Nigga, I won't even match you, plenty of smackers
Switch his ass right in the chest two times, but his ass fall backwards
Ready to kill something, woke up, but ain't even eatin' nothin'
He livin' off first in the backwoods
Been in the corner, all it heard was five-five, brr
Drop in and try to switch
Gettin' off first, nigga, out of the shot, nigga, quick
And I get the bump in this ho
The motor won't book me, so I can't come with the fully
Just watch how we bummin' this ho
I'm with a bitch, but know my bitch findin' the bitch
So I get the dub in this ho
Too many drugs in my system
Pour the Wock' just to kill my depression symptoms
Fuck nigga mad that we spendin'
I told him shit on his ass, now he mad he ain't listen
I'm off the pill, I ain't mad, I ain't trippin'
I'm about to cut with a mask tryna hit song
Say he gon' get on my ass, I ain't trippin'