MY CRIB

Um, Teenage Disaster, and, BLCKK

When you guys make another song

Could you make it maybe not like, not like "MASK"?

Because I wanted it to be more like, like you sing and

And, like you're going through something-

My crib, the motherfucking place to go

Let's pop this shit, then we could pull out the Rollie

Drive that car, we could crash it like we bought it

A credit card just to purchase narcotics, like aw

Come take a pic with me

Yeah, rich motherfucker 'bout to D-I-E

Yeah, sick with the shit, call the CDC

And we could both burn 'bout it, bitch, BTD (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Yeah, bitch, two hundred on the freeway (yeah)

Detour, I'm whipping up the beach, bitch, D-Day (whoa)

I stopped giving a fuck when Thorne got four M's (yeah)

I-I'm in his checking account, spending it for him (yeah)

I couldn't have picked a worse day off

I'm on a fifth of tequila, spitting on four dead (whoa, whoa)

Bitch, they'll never give me awards, so I

Bought some shit that I can't afford (whoa, whoa)

Two guns, two cars, two vests, I request (yeah, yeah)

Faggot-ass rappers drop a motherfucking address

I don't know who the fuck let you get in the practice (whoa)

Somebody send him a shot, I'ma see if he catch it (whoa)

Mixing chemicals, bitch, I'm active (whoa)

Keep it steady, that shit reactive (whoa)

Uh, send him to Heaven if he unwrap it, bow!

Bitch, yeah, send him a package (ay!)

My crib, the motherfucking place to go

Let's pop this shit, then we could pull out the Rollie

Drive that car, we could crash it like we bought it

A credit card just to purchase narcotics, like aw

Come take a pic with me

Yeah, rich motherfucker 'bout to D-I-E

Yeah, sick with the shit, call the CDC

And we could both burn 'bout it, bitch, BTD, uh