[Verse 1: Hatesonny]
Ay I let them bitches breathe
Bleed promethazine, I leave the scene and count my green
I can't feel my face, my vision blurry, I can't see
N***a what you need, fuck out my face, don't wanna speak
I would trade a bitch in for a fucking pint of lean
I see you n***as fu, n***as off that boo boo
My shit FDA approved
I don't like how n***as move
Hit a n***a with the deuce
.23 how I shoot
Sonny ass a loose screw
Ay
Bitch I take my shot right out the Glock, I got a dot, ay
Run up to the spot, you getting popped, you getting dropped, ay
Bitch I'm off the wok, can't feel my body off the drop, ay
Lil bro be with cops so now lil bro a fuckin' opp, ay
Ain't no target practice, bitch I been had good precision
I gotta spray you if you see it, witness just as bad as snitches
Got no fuckin' Mrs., told lil baby she a mistress
Got no time for bitches, bitch I'm strictly for the business

[Bridge: Hatesonny]
I see you n***as be so fu, talking what you won't do
My gang we be so rude, put them demons on you
My gang we be so rude, put them demons on you
[Verse 2: Xander Owls]
I spilled on his Bapestas
Wasn’t on purpose
Now he gon wanna get shirtless

Cop took my Glock
Can’t get another gun
Now i’m just toting a blade
Stuff it in my shoe
Deep web
Bitcoin
All day
More girls, more fits
Morphine, off tits
Bad shit
Watch this

Step in the Matrix
Bend til your face touch
We don’t play no shit
Buddy not speaking my language
Keep off the green bitch
I could put one in your face bitch
Do it don’t fake it
Feel it so real I could taste it
Keeping perimeter turf
Thought you did something, we first
He got his head in sky
We could make sure that it gon hit the dirt
Tipping off, you tipping us
Wearing Gucci on the bus
Red dots on the radar
Getting close, no they ain’t far
Fit team like an AR
Bedroom, brought bad broads
Gold link all paid off
Bitch I’m ready for takeoff

By the beach, writing on my lonely

I got NAV playing, could you hold me

Tell me it’s okay, just fakely console me

Tell me you need me, even though you just want me

I thirst for the fame, but I could live in a trailer too
Gave up your dreams, you told me that you’re a failure too
Not much to do when your address is an avenue
But listen to crickets sing their song in the afternoon
You been sleeping around
You can’t tell who loves you

Call up your baby daddy, tell him his jeans ain’t true
I belong in 1980, baby
I need you to leave me alone

We share the same breath
She count the pearls on my necklace
Tell me that i’m a gentleman
Ma, your mcm rackless
He just hit up Saks Fifth
Left that bitch empty handed
I could give you my love
All he give you is old xanax

I swear i’m not a nobody

Got lots to show but nothing to prove
I could’ve showed you

But you were just so rude

Take me away, take me far away from here
I don’t wanna be seen, but I don’t wanna disappear
What the fuck is "the scene", I didn’t ask to be here