They like who that mother f*cker going off
I said shut up, I'm the twisted mother f*cker in your walls
I'm just chillin' here with your bitch and she taking off my drawers
Aye it feels like I got COVID way I'm coughing up my lungs
Even if I had a f*ck I couldn't give a f*ck
Now my cash is stacking up I still don't have enough
I got a suppressor on the barrel make it hard for you to hear it
Sending shots up at your hair I hope you duck
I keep my head in my business
Grew up handling prescriptions
I'm screaming R.I.P. TimTim this shit sucks
Like can you grant my three wishes?
No? Get the f*ck out my vision
Let the chopper get to kicking this shit bucks
You might wanna call your mama tell her you ain't coming home
You can't knock me off my pivot bitch I'm getting in the zone
You can never beat me you don't get it you're not even close
Young skeleton bitch I'm nothing but some f*cking bones
You might wanna get to know me coldest out the 4
Double 4 to the O
Repping that shit at my shows
I got my brother right beside me if you sick he'll wipe your nose
Bitch it's P-H-R-E-Y-L-A I do this shit with soul
Cadillac matte black with chrome
Been having some flashbacks for months
I'll die and come back as a goat
Got a new pistol Pack a Punched
And a new fresh sack full of dro
It's a habit I'm smoking a bunch
Like every damn hour I smoke
No o2 inside my lungs
She said she'd wait for me to call
But I'm above it all
Told her I'm not gonna catch you when you fall
Bitch I've been balling on my own no I'm not missing you at all
Never
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They like who that mother f*cker going off
I said shut up, I'm the twisted mother f*cker in your walls
I'm just chillin' here with your bitch and she taking off my drawers
Aye it feels like I got COVID way I'm coughing up my lungs
Even if I had a f*ck I couldn't give a f*ck
Now my cash is stacking up I still don't have enough
I got a suppressor on the barrel make it hard for you to hear it
Sending shots up at your hair I hope you duck
I keep my head in my business
Grew up handling prescriptions
I'm screaming R.I.P. TimTim this shit sucks
Like can you grant my three wishes?
No? Get the f*ck out my vision
Let the chopper get to kicking this shit bucks
You might wanna call your mama tell her you ain't coming home
You can't knock me off my pivot bitch I'm getting in the zone
You can never beat me you don't get it you're not even close
Young skeleton bitch I'm nothing but some f*cking bones
You might wanna get to know me coldest out the 4
Double 4 to the O
Repping that shit at my shows
I got my brother right beside me if you sick he'll wipe your nose
Bitch it's P-H-R-E-Y-L-A I do this shit with soul
Cadillac matte black with chrome
Been having some flashbacks for months
I'll die and come back as a goat
Got a new pistol Pack a Punched
And a new fresh sack full of dro
It's a habit I'm smoking a bunch
Like every damn hour I smoke
No o2 inside my lungs
She said she'd wait for me to call
But I'm above it all
Told her I'm not gonna catch you when you fall
Bitch I've been balling on my own no I'm not missing you at all
Never
I said shut up, I'm the twisted mother f*cker in your walls
I'm just chillin' here with your bitch and she taking off my drawers
Aye it feels like I got COVID way I'm coughing up my lungs
Even if I had a f*ck I couldn't give a f*ck
Now my cash is stacking up I still don't have enough
I got a suppressor on the barrel make it hard for you to hear it
Sending shots up at your hair I hope you duck
I keep my head in my business
Grew up handling prescriptions
I'm screaming R.I.P. TimTim this shit sucks
Like can you grant my three wishes?
No? Get the f*ck out my vision
Let the chopper get to kicking this shit bucks
You might wanna call your mama tell her you ain't coming home
You can't knock me off my pivot bitch I'm getting in the zone
You can never beat me you don't get it you're not even close
Young skeleton bitch I'm nothing but some f*cking bones
You might wanna get to know me coldest out the 4
Double 4 to the O
Repping that shit at my shows
I got my brother right beside me if you sick he'll wipe your nose
Bitch it's P-H-R-E-Y-L-A I do this shit with soul
Cadillac matte black with chrome
Been having some flashbacks for months
I'll die and come back as a goat
Got a new pistol Pack a Punched
And a new fresh sack full of dro
It's a habit I'm smoking a bunch
Like every damn hour I smoke
No o2 inside my lungs
She said she'd wait for me to call
But I'm above it all
Told her I'm not gonna catch you when you fall
Bitch I've been balling on my own no I'm not missing you at all
Never
Writer: Jason Humphreys
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid