Lyrics

[Intro] Aye, look, this my sixth time recording this But, you know, me and six— Good number, right? Uh, okay Uh, I wanna spit, I'ma do it I need a cigarette [Verse] I just poured an eighth in the whiskey, huh I'm tryna die tonight, this my fifth week, huh Hustle in my name but I ain't Nipsey, huh Come try to stop me, you little pipsqueak, huh I will end your life on any day of the week The only reason niggas scream 'cause Anti-Global elite You on a killstreak? I end it when your soul obsolete I'll leave you begging on your knees with my dick in your teeth I will rot for days, while I mosh in a grave Silly bitch giving slop, hitting NOS at a rave Pulling all on her hair like I'm pulling up shades Bricks in saran wrap look like Lunchables, aye Dumb people, all of y'all some fucking idiots, B Don't even care about your locals, they be hideous, G Can't even bump a fucking song without comparing to me Fuck am I saying? Delirious to compare you to me I fucked God in the mouth with my dark ass dick Made him gag 'til he resurrected Jesus again Mary jealous, I guess I'm hitting her pelvic and shit Buddha hit the crack twice, smeth pipe on my lips, shit [Outro] Ayy, I do that [?] (I'm off the mania) I was [?] SoundCloud niggas listening to this shit (I need to open the window, it's hot as [?]) I'll upload this right now and I'll keep this part in it (Mhm, ayy) So you hear this part and shit because [?] Sooner or later [?] (I'ma just keep talking at the end of this song) Bro, bro, I'ma do a seminar and shit, look Honestly, but— Really, there's nothing [?] Not even streetwear, barely streetwear, pop-up shops Wish I was never a part of being a human being I would rather be some shit like a ladybug where life is simple Life's not that simple for us Well, I mean, I guess it is