CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : watch out for the fiends!
b*t*hes ain't sh*t 2020, I don't trust 'em
And they be sucking d**k cause they ain't sh*t
So motherf**k 'em
I'm rolling up a blunt just tryna act just like it's nothing
If I'm just tryna vibe then you would have to give me something
A motherf**king clip or a motherf**king gun
I'll bust that sh*t out if you just wanna have some fun
Yung Altima the greatest ever known that'll front
Shoutout 850, without Steele I'd have to front
Yeah I've got that BONES-esque sound they know of
And yeah I got the sh*t they wanna be full of
But if you wanna argue with me then you gotta throw up
'Cause I will beat your ass like Jem I know you won't show up
I'm packing 'round a tote with a blade like you know of
A motherf**king fiend's all you are you cold f**k
I feel like I'm a star when they see my glow up
From 2017 I was a Pump clone, uh
'Cause I feel like Sloan Raney how I'm coming with the bat
sh*t don't make sense 'cause I'm the yung heart attack
If you would f**k with me then I would hear you say slatt
You f**king sipping Tussin when you mix it with the Act
I did that back in the day but that sh*t is f**king lame
You motherf**kers are just going f**king insane
You wake up in the hospital you can not feel your brain
And then you out there crying you don't know your f**king name
It's kinda sad how you the ones they look up to
And now they wanna be you, see you
And you will be dead soon
I hope to the god, the sky, the sun, and then the f**king moon
That you will make it over, under up to round 2
But do I got hope, I don't know if I do
I just wanted to be just like you too
But now I'm reaching out cause I don't know what to do
And rappers tryna find out how to be Addict number two
27, b*t*h
And they be sucking d**k cause they ain't sh*t
So motherf**k 'em
I'm rolling up a blunt just tryna act just like it's nothing
If I'm just tryna vibe then you would have to give me something
A motherf**king clip or a motherf**king gun
I'll bust that sh*t out if you just wanna have some fun
Yung Altima the greatest ever known that'll front
Shoutout 850, without Steele I'd have to front
Yeah I've got that BONES-esque sound they know of
And yeah I got the sh*t they wanna be full of
But if you wanna argue with me then you gotta throw up
'Cause I will beat your ass like Jem I know you won't show up
I'm packing 'round a tote with a blade like you know of
A motherf**king fiend's all you are you cold f**k
I feel like I'm a star when they see my glow up
From 2017 I was a Pump clone, uh
'Cause I feel like Sloan Raney how I'm coming with the bat
sh*t don't make sense 'cause I'm the yung heart attack
If you would f**k with me then I would hear you say slatt
You f**king sipping Tussin when you mix it with the Act
I did that back in the day but that sh*t is f**king lame
You motherf**kers are just going f**king insane
You wake up in the hospital you can not feel your brain
And then you out there crying you don't know your f**king name
It's kinda sad how you the ones they look up to
And now they wanna be you, see you
And you will be dead soon
I hope to the god, the sky, the sun, and then the f**king moon
That you will make it over, under up to round 2
But do I got hope, I don't know if I do
I just wanted to be just like you too
But now I'm reaching out cause I don't know what to do
And rappers tryna find out how to be Addict number two
27, b*t*h
