WBLM 2gaudy

[Intro]
Ayy Fitz, this is crazy

[Chorus]
Don't know what it was
Maybe it was drugs
Maybe it's the pills that you're taking
Nowadays don't give a fuck
Falling in and out of love
Think you knew me but you are surely mistaken
Patek froze on my wrist, there's a boulder
She said she's cold, you should know my heart's colder
I won't fold
Keep the strap, that bitch holstered
Take my soul, that's the goal, soon it's over

[Verse]
Killer on the loose, what's the motive
I might run a train, locomotive
I had to whip it in a Range, not an old Benz
I had to cut all my strings, fuck the fake friends (they don't like me)
Run it up, I'll have to make ends meet
Playing hoes like Smash Bros, can't be beat
Hit a pole with a Rav4, sippin' ice tea
Why the fuck all these fuck niggas want to be like me
Wanna be like me, bitch you not though
Hoe, you angry, that's just not cool
Tote the semi, yeah, automatic
Bitch, if you are not a friendly, we going spastic