[Verse 1: Ebaij]
Thrax in the blunt, I don't smoke nun' cheap
Baby want to get the dick, but that's only for a week
You could cop a longer trial, but it is a larger fee
Fuck a bitch out her mind, she can't even fucking sleep
Smoke the shit out this strain, now a nigga can't breathe
I'm a motherfucking demon sinking to the underneath
Baby, I'm a fucking heathen, you don't want to love me
Baby, you know I'm deceiving, don't know why you trust me
Say that she love me, don't know what she see in me
Said that he hate me, now that nigga bleeding
Like a cop, shot that niggar boy for trying to fucking reach
Nigga, fuck school and fuck all my teachers
Sipping Wock out the bottle, I don't like to pour it in my drink
Sikе, nigga, I just poured Tris in my two liter
Fucked your bitch, told hеr throw it back like a wide receiver
I'ma beat that pussy in, smoke a blunt, then leave her
If my bro want to hit, he can have her, I don't need her
Sex, money, drugs, nigga, catch a slug
.223 bullets, it's gon' rip a nigga up
Cash, money, stacks, racks, guala, count it up
Thrax in the blunt, I don't smoke nun' cheap
Baby want to get the dick, but that's only for a week
You could cop a longer trial, but it is a larger fee
Fuck a bitch out her mind, she can't even fucking sleep
Smoke the shit out this strain, now a nigga can't breathe
I'm a motherfucking demon sinking to the underneath
Baby, I'm a fucking heathen, you don't want to love me
Baby, you know I'm deceiving, don't know why you trust me
Say that she love me, don't know what she see in me
Said that he hate me, now that nigga bleeding
Like a cop, shot that niggar boy for trying to fucking reach
Nigga, fuck school and fuck all my teachers
Sipping Wock out the bottle, I don't like to pour it in my drink
Sike, nigga, I just poured Tris in my two liter
Fucked your bitch, told her throw it back like a wide receiver
I'ma beat that pussy in, smoke a blunt, then leave her
If my bro want to hit, he can have her, I don't need her
Sex, money, drugs, nigga, catch a slug
.223 bullets, it's gon' rip a nigga up
Cash, money, stacks, racks, guala, count it up
Thrax in the blunt, I don't smoke nun' cheap
Baby want to get the dick, but that's only for a week
You could cop a longer trial, but it is a larger fee
Fuck a bitch out her mind, she can't even fucking sleep
Smoke the shit out this strain, now a nigga can't breathe
I'm a motherfucking demon sinking to the underneath
Baby, I'm a fucking heathen, you don't want to love me
Baby, you know I'm deceiving, don't know why you trust me
Say that she love me, don't know what she see in me
Said that he hate me, now that nigga bleeding
Like a cop, shot that niggar boy for trying to fucking reach
Nigga, fuck school and fuck all my teachers
Sipping Wock out the bottle, I don't like to pour it in my drink
Sikе, nigga, I just poured Tris in my two liter
Fucked your bitch, told hеr throw it back like a wide receiver
I'ma beat that pussy in, smoke a blunt, then leave her
If my bro want to hit, he can have her, I don't need her
Sex, money, drugs, nigga, catch a slug
.223 bullets, it's gon' rip a nigga up
Cash, money, stacks, racks, guala, count it up
Thrax in the blunt, I don't smoke nun' cheap
Baby want to get the dick, but that's only for a week
You could cop a longer trial, but it is a larger fee
Fuck a bitch out her mind, she can't even fucking sleep
Smoke the shit out this strain, now a nigga can't breathe
I'm a motherfucking demon sinking to the underneath
Baby, I'm a fucking heathen, you don't want to love me
Baby, you know I'm deceiving, don't know why you trust me
Say that she love me, don't know what she see in me
Said that he hate me, now that nigga bleeding
Like a cop, shot that niggar boy for trying to fucking reach
Nigga, fuck school and fuck all my teachers
Sipping Wock out the bottle, I don't like to pour it in my drink
Sike, nigga, I just poured Tris in my two liter
Fucked your bitch, told her throw it back like a wide receiver
I'ma beat that pussy in, smoke a blunt, then leave her
If my bro want to hit, he can have her, I don't need her
Sex, money, drugs, nigga, catch a slug
.223 bullets, it's gon' rip a nigga up
Cash, money, stacks, racks, guala, count it up
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