CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 50N6
In case you haven't heard it yet, I beat you with this popsicle
Ripping out my hair, and you shine it like you wanna look cool
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, yeah, it's fine
B*t*h, I hope you fall right on your face and then you f**king die
And what you doing, where you going, how you feeling with him?
I hope you full to the brim with rainbows and sh*t
And then one day, it come down dark and f**k it , you act a prick
I guess that we switched places, because lately I'm feeling voracious
And every day, b*t*h, I'm filled with this hatred of myself
All myself, I sabotage myself
All myself, I f**king hate myself
All myself, I f**king hate myself
Turn myself, I f**king hate my-
Oh, oh my god, what am I finna go do?
I finna do nothing, there's nothing that I finna do
I lived my whole life and it can't get sh*tter
Spent a whole week on the goddamn sh*tter
Pour one up, f**k up my liver
Forehead show still talkin'
Now what are you more attached to?
Figurines looking like a statue
To them big booties patting at you
Not a pretty b*t*h in the cla**room
F**k!
And she suck my d**k in the bathroom
With a teacher in her cla**room, and I shoot up the b*t*h with pharmaceuticals
F-f-f**k with my d**k out
She suck it til the p*ss out of it
In person, slap w****s, get a kick out of it
I don't work anymore like a b*t*h, yuh
I got gang around me, that's it
Boy, you sweet like a pu**y
I'm in yo habitat, b*t*h, and you ain't gonna do sh*t to me
I'm in your damn function and you ain't gon do nothin
F**k your scary face they hate, and they go for guts
You not a friend of the Spiders if you don't pull funds
I see a lot of sh*t get hit, I feel a lot of frisky sh*t
I get it and go, no killing hoes
F**k! is what i say when i stay grimy on it
I don't like how it sounds, better prepare for combat
I got a f**king stick if you believe me, I'ma use it
Man, these kiddies wanna be me
Of course
F**k the party, I'm recording in the bathroom
I just popped a molly, I'ma f**k you in the a** too
Which one of you motherf**king b*t*hes got the crack rock?
Which one of you motherf**king b*t*hes want a feature?
Which one of you motherf**king hoes got the crack cocaine?
I don't have no names, I don't play no games with my nose
I just wanna smoke on a bowl with some hard white stones, right
Round and around and around and around and around and around...
Round and around and around and around
I don't even know what to f**king talk about, so i die, so i die
Maybe, talk about how I've been dissociating all week, all week
Why do I have to try?
We're decked in space, drifting
We are nothing
We are notihng
Ripping out my hair, and you shine it like you wanna look cool
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, yeah, it's fine
B*t*h, I hope you fall right on your face and then you f**king die
And what you doing, where you going, how you feeling with him?
I hope you full to the brim with rainbows and sh*t
And then one day, it come down dark and f**k it , you act a prick
I guess that we switched places, because lately I'm feeling voracious
And every day, b*t*h, I'm filled with this hatred of myself
All myself, I sabotage myself
All myself, I f**king hate myself
All myself, I f**king hate myself
Turn myself, I f**king hate my-
Oh, oh my god, what am I finna go do?
I finna do nothing, there's nothing that I finna do
I lived my whole life and it can't get sh*tter
Spent a whole week on the goddamn sh*tter
Pour one up, f**k up my liver
Forehead show still talkin'
Now what are you more attached to?
Figurines looking like a statue
To them big booties patting at you
Not a pretty b*t*h in the cla**room
F**k!
And she suck my d**k in the bathroom
With a teacher in her cla**room, and I shoot up the b*t*h with pharmaceuticals
F-f-f**k with my d**k out
She suck it til the p*ss out of it
In person, slap w****s, get a kick out of it
I don't work anymore like a b*t*h, yuh
I got gang around me, that's it
Boy, you sweet like a pu**y
I'm in yo habitat, b*t*h, and you ain't gonna do sh*t to me
I'm in your damn function and you ain't gon do nothin
F**k your scary face they hate, and they go for guts
You not a friend of the Spiders if you don't pull funds
I see a lot of sh*t get hit, I feel a lot of frisky sh*t
I get it and go, no killing hoes
F**k! is what i say when i stay grimy on it
I don't like how it sounds, better prepare for combat
I got a f**king stick if you believe me, I'ma use it
Man, these kiddies wanna be me
Of course
F**k the party, I'm recording in the bathroom
I just popped a molly, I'ma f**k you in the a** too
Which one of you motherf**king b*t*hes got the crack rock?
Which one of you motherf**king b*t*hes want a feature?
Which one of you motherf**king hoes got the crack cocaine?
I don't have no names, I don't play no games with my nose
I just wanna smoke on a bowl with some hard white stones, right
Round and around and around and around and around and around...
Round and around and around and around
I don't even know what to f**king talk about, so i die, so i die
Maybe, talk about how I've been dissociating all week, all week
Why do I have to try?
We're decked in space, drifting
We are nothing
We are notihng
