If im being honestt

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, what the fuck? [Chorus] I think 'bout dying like all the time, but I'm way too pussy to do it Had to stack on 'em, had to flex whenever, I'm gon' post with the Rolls, I'm a nuisance I'ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, 'cause no one will do shit Ayy, no one will do shit, "Stay out the way real quick," I'm like, "Fuck that" Huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that's another pushback Ayy, head running and running in circles, I'm going whatever, don't look back Ayy, tenth grade, I was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag [Verse 1] I'm like, "Huh, why? Huh, can you leave me 'lone?" I don't wanna gеt a taste, but you around the globe Why? Why? This ain't what I hopеd I don't tell nobody shit, I'm hiding behind the clout Why? Huh, why? R.I.P. Uzi and R.I.P. Xelly This shit get harder to cope every day I just think 'bout my dad when I fed me a play Go up, go down, it's a two-way street Go up, go down, it's a two-way— damn You was tweakin' like shit if you thought you the man Pop out to the show, I got brand-new stands [Bridge] Pop out to the show, man, I love my fans Huh, what? Ayy, what? I don't got much to say, I don't really like Xans I'll go whenever, I don't gotta spend New clique, gotta cop brand-new pants Chrome with the hoodie, Dior on the pants Remember the days I was still wearin' Vans (Huh, those days weren't that bad) What? Huh, what, what, what, what, what? (Del-Delta) [Verse 2] I copped me new drip, don't like the pictures, I'll post what I want Copped a gun just for the fashion, he a civ', no weeds in front Ayy, it's anybody's world if you thinkin' about it So, fuck it, just do what you want Ayy, just fuck it, just do what you do They make me, they make you Cough my lungs out, I'm like, "Fuck," this shit feelin' like I got the flu Don't tell me that we through, don't tell me that we fucked up That's a point of view, I'm kickin' shit with my lil' bro in my Mihara boots I'm bein' honest, hell yeah, I'm sad, you just told me, "Hell yeah, I'm sad too" I just hit London, hell yeah, I'm mad, tryna figure out where we just rendezvous Look through my mind, man, I been tortured, but fuck it, I'll get me a bag too Ha-ah, uh, what? [Chorus] I think 'bout dying like all the time, but I'm way too pussy to do it Had to stack on 'em, had to flex whenever, I'm gon' post with the Rolls, I'm a nuisance I'ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, 'cause no one will do shit Ayy, no one will do shit, "Stay out the way real quick," I'm like, "Fuck that" Huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that's another pushback Ayy, head running and running in circles, I'm going whatever, don't look back Ayy, tenth grade, I was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag