CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : SIPPIN ANTIFREEZE
(Solvee)
Yeahh, yeahhh, mmghm, ugh
I know people that they trynna break me
There's a million things and I just wanna kill myself
Give me any reason I should prolly go and get help
Sippin' antifreeze, I got the .45 on my shelf
Don't care 'bout anything and mentally damaging my health
Cart a Glock around because I'm f**kin' lonely as hell
Goin' round to Cinnabon because I'm f**king hungry as hell
I'm an addict in this sh*t
Walking with a glick and breaking into the kitchen
Stupid c**t, f**king make a decision
Are you trynna die or live inside of a prison, yuh
Maybe it's not enough in this run for the both of us
Maybe you should quit and hop up off the f**kin' nuts
Oh yeah
I just don't care, now it's bullsh*t
I say what I want
Sit alone at lunch and I hate it here
I don't know if I'ma die this year
I don't know if I'ma die this year at all
(I don't know if I'ma die this year at all)
Step out the set
You get wrecked
I got thirty on my head
I gotta watch out for the feds
I spent a gram around the block
I run that sh*t until I'm dead
I just stepped out the function, I'm like (UwU), we the best
Me, 14 and BMG, we sippin' on that antifreeze
Bi-Bi-B*t*h you often pick your friends, don't even try to talk to me
5.56, clear ya name, blowing off your arteries
Get the f**k out of my section I promise you don't wanna start with me
Kick him down he- dead
Yeah, I got bodies in the shed
I got bullets filled with lead
And they pointed right at ya head
I keep a Glock on my side
Wonder who gon' die tonight
I be fire for tonight
I guess you can tell by just the size
all the f**kin' time
It must be nice never hearing, never hearing lies
But shawty never tell me what I wanna hear
It don't even matter, b*t*h I'm gone this year
No one care about how you feeling, that's the way that it is
You can't ask nobody else to treat you like you exist
Push her out the way and told that b*t*h leave me alone
I ain't coming back but you wanted that all along
I-I-I w-want to kill myself
we face off
And it don't take much, so go and f**kin' [?]
In the Maybach, we shoot it when we layback
till you f**k up the game
Shot him one time, second bullet leave him dead
We'll leave them red while you runnin' to the feds
I don't even use autotune I'm just f**kin' round
suicidal pu**y boy is talkin' now
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeahh, yeahhh, mmghm, ugh
I know people that they trynna break me
There's a million things and I just wanna kill myself
Give me any reason I should prolly go and get help
Sippin' antifreeze, I got the .45 on my shelf
Don't care 'bout anything and mentally damaging my health
Cart a Glock around because I'm f**kin' lonely as hell
Goin' round to Cinnabon because I'm f**king hungry as hell
I'm an addict in this sh*t
Walking with a glick and breaking into the kitchen
Stupid c**t, f**king make a decision
Are you trynna die or live inside of a prison, yuh
Maybe it's not enough in this run for the both of us
Maybe you should quit and hop up off the f**kin' nuts
Oh yeah
I just don't care, now it's bullsh*t
I say what I want
Sit alone at lunch and I hate it here
I don't know if I'ma die this year
I don't know if I'ma die this year at all
(I don't know if I'ma die this year at all)
Step out the set
You get wrecked
I got thirty on my head
I gotta watch out for the feds
I spent a gram around the block
I run that sh*t until I'm dead
I just stepped out the function, I'm like (UwU), we the best
Me, 14 and BMG, we sippin' on that antifreeze
Bi-Bi-B*t*h you often pick your friends, don't even try to talk to me
5.56, clear ya name, blowing off your arteries
Get the f**k out of my section I promise you don't wanna start with me
Kick him down he- dead
Yeah, I got bodies in the shed
I got bullets filled with lead
And they pointed right at ya head
I keep a Glock on my side
Wonder who gon' die tonight
I be fire for tonight
I guess you can tell by just the size
all the f**kin' time
It must be nice never hearing, never hearing lies
But shawty never tell me what I wanna hear
It don't even matter, b*t*h I'm gone this year
No one care about how you feeling, that's the way that it is
You can't ask nobody else to treat you like you exist
Push her out the way and told that b*t*h leave me alone
I ain't coming back but you wanted that all along
I-I-I w-want to kill myself
we face off
And it don't take much, so go and f**kin' [?]
In the Maybach, we shoot it when we layback
till you f**k up the game
Shot him one time, second bullet leave him dead
We'll leave them red while you runnin' to the feds
I don't even use autotune I'm just f**kin' round
suicidal pu**y boy is talkin' now
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
