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He's gone
Sleeping his life away
To keep the wolves at bay
Holla for the holladays
Little bitch born and raised, yo
She want the grass, but she don't wanna pay
I guess she finna graze, yo
Yes, man, homies always trying glaze, yuh
But bro, sit down
I don't want your girl, i'll take a rain check
She be in my DMs every time I get a paycheck
We just try and vibe, little homies getting mad, ay
Fam shit whack cause he be hopping on fads, ay
He's gone
Sleeping his life away
To keep the wolves at bay
Holla for the holladays
Little bitch born and raised, yo
I be up in her guts doing tricks and
Shit, grew up playing finger skateboards
Later on, eight balls, Ouija under floorboards
Mmm, chat, where we get these shards of glass?
If she got a fat ass, then my car's got gas
Shit, switch, dude, flow so fast
Cause a whiplash, splish splash, in your tub taking a bath
Like, what would Jesus do?
Why ask me, bitch, I ain't never heard of you
He's gone
Sleeping his life away
To keep the wolves at bay
Holla for the holladays
Little bitch born and raised, yo