Hyperpop2 2gaudy

[Chorus]
Yeah, a nigga running up on the gang
Goddamn
I'm the type to make a hater hang on Foenem
Then I'm heading back to your place (place place)
I might fuck on your mom
Like the laundry, you folding
Nowadays, I never give a fuck
Social interaction always getting on my nerves
Keep my hand on my stick and it's tucked
Guess you running out of days, just like Phineas and Ferb

[Verse]
In a marijuana haze, my whole life had be a blur
I've been thinking bout the days
And it all leads back to her (her her)
I'm stacked up
I've been putting work (work work)
Flipping packs up
Put you in the dirt (dirt dirt)
Not an actor
Imma make it hurt (hurt hurt)
Here comes the laughter
Hahahahaha
Fuck that bitch, I hate her
Oh god, why did I date her
Use these meds in my hand to sedate her
Entered Dreamland, see you later
Hahahahahahahahaha
I don't want to be bad
But lately I've been sad
Some of the worst days I ever had
So this choppa spray like [?]