Traumatic

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Midnight Ayy, yuh, look [Refrain 1] Ayy, don't start no shit that you know you don't plan to end Geeked up with my friends and them Strapped up with my mans and them Stackin' up them bands again Done doubled up on my plans again Double Dutched on his bands again Still geeked the fuck up with these dead presidents Ayy, don't start no shit that you know you don't plan to end Geeked up with my friends and them Strapped up with my mans and them Stackin' up them bands again Done doubled up on my plans again Double Dutched on his bands again Still geeked the fuck up with these dead presidents [Verse 1] Ayy, yuh I might eat a couple of pills, Invite a couple of bitches so we can really freak it out like Feelin' like Busta Rhymes, the way I bust a rhyme and get these bitches geekin' out like Pussy nigga bust a move, I'll let you bust the few and then I bust at you I don't got too much to lose and not a enough to prove So what you wanna do? 'Cause I don't fuck with you In the field or the booth ain't no difference Don't expect me to ask for permission 'Bout as sharp as the cut that you been in I will not sedate you to make the incision Fill your organs with fluid the next step Filter out all your blood with the excess Post a pic on the gram that's a weird flex Stuck in the eyes, on they mind like a semtex This shit weighing in deep on your mental Bet you worry 'bout who out to get you Keep pretending like we not the issue When surely enough we gon' make it official I'll be happy to assist your suicide I go forth with the team, bitch it's do or die Ain't no question in tension with you and I Actively looking for bodies to brutalize Scribble the check like, "Who next?" Bring all the press, I confess Lay out the rest, no contest Lock me away, I'm a mess Scribble the check like, "Who next?" Bring all the press I confess Lay out the rest no contest Lock me away, I'm a mess [Refrain 2] [?] I don't care if the hate come with it I'ma worry 'bout income, nigga Till my death yeah we all gon' get it Reinvented They out to get you I don't care if the hate come with it I'ma worry 'bout income, nigga Till my death yeah we all gon' get it Reinvented [Verse 2] I hate what I am, so I can't be sober Your touch is enough to ruin my composure My mistake, I took you for a different person You drive hate into me, now I'm a burden You drive hate into me, now I'm a burden So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction [Refrain 3] I'ma make this experience traumatic I'ma make the experience traumatic I'ma make the experience traumatic Traumatic, traumatic I'ma make this experience traumatic I'ma make the experience traumatic I'ma make the experience traumatic Traumatic, traumatic I'ma make this experience traumatic I'ma make the experience traumatic I'ma make the experience traumatic Traumatic, traumatic I'ma make this experience traumatic I'ma make the experience traumatic I'ma make the experience traumatic Traumatic