​messy torture ​yuke (Ft. ​jaydes)

[Intro: jaydes & yuke]
Off all these 30s and molly mixed with Hennessy, yeah
Cut the top on me, these Percs up in my Louis V
Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm not what you want me to be
Mama—
Think I—, think I sold my soul, now they call me Baby Beel
Bleh, I'm too sick—
(Stay back)
Ayy

[Verse 1: yuke]
Niggas hate 'cause I fuck on 'em, lackin', get some wealth
I want her to feel what I felt
I want her to feel what I felt
Feel what I felt, feel what I felt (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas hate on me because I talk and I get wealth
I don't got regrets but on yo' part, that was an L
How you did me wrong and thought my mans was gon' be chill?
Think I—, think I sold my soul, now they call me Baby Beel
Bleh, I'm too sick so they sayin' that I'm ill
Sayin' that I ill, sayin' I need help
They tryna lock me away but I will not take that pill

[Verse 2: yuke]
[?] it's messy torture, everybody killed (Kill—, killed)
I got blood spill, nah, I be takin' oaths
I want her to feel what I felt
I want her to feel what I felt
She said I'm goin' to Hell, bitch, watch yo' mouth
She said I'm goin to Hell and she want out