CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Find Me
Aight
Find me, I'm tired of you f**ks
I swear I'm finna go to hidin'
Nascar this and Nascar that
It's getting f**kin' tiring
I wanna be alone, I ain't vibin'
None of your sh*t slidin'
Pu**y boy, you can't f**kin' find me, find me
You can't f**kin' find me, find me
I can't f**kin' find me, find me
You can't f**kin' find me, find me
Knock your f**king head off your shoulders
Pu**y, leave you slumped out
Used to give a f**k, but I cannot 'cause I'm a punk now
Play with pu**y like it's Tamagotchi, I'ma bust out
Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown
Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound p*ssed
Hit you with the stick, it's like a Swiffer
Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you
Let the chopper blow just like a Creeper (Aight)
I'm throwing blood, I feel glory
Do not put me on your story
I sauce you up, make it gory
They lookin' for me like I'm Dory, Nemo
Slittin' my wrist but I'm not emo
Running yo' sh*t like I'm Deebo
B*t*h, I'm a punk, I am not a hero
Chopper gon' make him do armadillo
Yeah, haha (Agh)
That was just the intro
(F**k) B*t*h
I swear to f**king God, I hate—
Hold on, I got a lil' more, ayy
Ayy, I'm the new Sid Vicious
Disturbing motherf**kers, is you down with the sickness?
Groupie b*t*hes, need to get up out my mentions
Before I hit them with the stick and leave them limpin'
I'm burning bridges, I don't see no compet**ion
Y'all fict**ious, so I'm acting narcissistic
Part a mistake, pu**y boy you better listen
It feel like Christmas, but I don't f**k with religion
Man, cut that sh*t off
Find me, I'm tired of you f**ks
I swear I'm finna go to hidin'
Nascar this and Nascar that
It's getting f**kin' tiring
I wanna be alone, I ain't vibin'
None of your sh*t slidin'
Pu**y boy, you can't f**kin' find me, find me
You can't f**kin' find me, find me
I can't f**kin' find me, find me
You can't f**kin' find me, find me
Knock your f**king head off your shoulders
Pu**y, leave you slumped out
Used to give a f**k, but I cannot 'cause I'm a punk now
Play with pu**y like it's Tamagotchi, I'ma bust out
Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown
Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound p*ssed
Hit you with the stick, it's like a Swiffer
Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you
Let the chopper blow just like a Creeper (Aight)
I'm throwing blood, I feel glory
Do not put me on your story
I sauce you up, make it gory
They lookin' for me like I'm Dory, Nemo
Slittin' my wrist but I'm not emo
Running yo' sh*t like I'm Deebo
B*t*h, I'm a punk, I am not a hero
Chopper gon' make him do armadillo
Yeah, haha (Agh)
That was just the intro
(F**k) B*t*h
I swear to f**king God, I hate—
Hold on, I got a lil' more, ayy
Ayy, I'm the new Sid Vicious
Disturbing motherf**kers, is you down with the sickness?
Groupie b*t*hes, need to get up out my mentions
Before I hit them with the stick and leave them limpin'
I'm burning bridges, I don't see no compet**ion
Y'all fict**ious, so I'm acting narcissistic
Part a mistake, pu**y boy you better listen
It feel like Christmas, but I don't f**k with religion
Man, cut that sh*t off
