Lyrics

[Verse 1] You should leave, you should You should leave, you should Gotta get to packing Baby why you crying? I ain't mean to hurt you You should stop the lying They stalking, stalking me, ight I'm having conversations with myself every night Why would I wanna survive? Oh baby, oh baby I just wanna die Choppa side-kicking like Robin I ain't joking, no pulling your leg I'll delete a bitch, put the Glock to your head Hit erase To the moon, like space My advice: evade You a poser motherfucker, don't even skate I see that bitch, take that bitch on a date Bugging me, bugging me, go far away I pop a Xanny cuz Xanny sedate -1 to the 9, prolly be 8 Infinite killing, don't wanna be late I like the molly it been a few days Gotta push my dick in her stummy in doggy to then to my grave I'll bite your head off motherfucker Put dat metal glaze on your head, turn your brain to soup [Verse 2] Just like a script, working like an addict I don't need bands, how hard that get? No one touching that bag? I'll smoke it by myself Two sick motherfuckers, dying slow You should go and get your coat It might get cold Maybe I'm just toxic (Ight) Bitch I be dat boy with the shotty, no time for the cheese I might die real young for the 40' No problem, no worries I admit, my stummy hurt Still mad, but that dumb hoe done made it worse I'll get my weed, and I'll get my k We ain't linking today but we'll make it work I'm pistol packing Big dick, slanging dope In the alley I'm the mental menace Evil psycho with the 9, need a death sentence [Chorus] Oh, I need some numbing Oh, I need some more Oh, I need some numbing Oh, I need some more Oh, I need some numbing Oh, I need some more Oh, I need some numbing Oh, I need some more