See we creepin in leaves in, these F*ck boys all need a beaten
The reason your f*ckin bleeding is Cause my demons are eatin all season
All these pussies are immature and just imitators
F*ck you if you need some favors but you can come and meet your maker
Yeah it's been a minute pull up my windows tinted
KFS and Triple Six's, flexing on little bitches
Why you lying mothaf*cka? You don't want no smoke
Hide behind the f*ckin keyboard you're a f*ckin joke let it blow
You wishin to die, lookin and hopin Remember your blood on the line
Life always given you time, but you just wastin it
And you be fakin your crimes, always gonna hold my doubt
Cause you a snake lookin for clout
We don't give handouts
You seekin attention, never amount
Gave us the run around, run around, run around
Bitch you know who the f*ck we been talkin all this shit about
Follow the trash and soon you'll be findin out
Dug up your past, got way too much dirt to count
Quality over the quantity
Time really never has bothered me
So f*ck off, you better stop pacing me
Didn't know "Bein a bitch" is your policy
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See we creepin in leaves in, these F*ck boys all need a beaten
The reason your f*ckin bleeding is Cause my demons are eatin all season
All these pussies are immature and just imitators
F*ck you if you need some favors but you can come and meet your maker
Yeah it's been a minute pull up my windows tinted
KFS and Triple Six's, flexing on little bitches
Why you lying mothaf*cka? You don't want no smoke
Hide behind the f*ckin keyboard you're a f*ckin joke let it blow
You wishin to die, lookin and hopin Remember your blood on the line
Life always given you time, but you just wastin it
And you be fakin your crimes, always gonna hold my doubt
Cause you a snake lookin for clout
We don't give handouts
You seekin attention, never amount
Gave us the run around, run around, run around
Bitch you know who the f*ck we been talkin all this shit about
Follow the trash and soon you'll be findin out
Dug up your past, got way too much dirt to count
Quality over the quantity
Time really never has bothered me
So f*ck off, you better stop pacing me
Didn't know "Bein a bitch" is your policy
The reason your f*ckin bleeding is Cause my demons are eatin all season
All these pussies are immature and just imitators
F*ck you if you need some favors but you can come and meet your maker
Yeah it's been a minute pull up my windows tinted
KFS and Triple Six's, flexing on little bitches
Why you lying mothaf*cka? You don't want no smoke
Hide behind the f*ckin keyboard you're a f*ckin joke let it blow
You wishin to die, lookin and hopin Remember your blood on the line
Life always given you time, but you just wastin it
And you be fakin your crimes, always gonna hold my doubt
Cause you a snake lookin for clout
We don't give handouts
You seekin attention, never amount
Gave us the run around, run around, run around
Bitch you know who the f*ck we been talkin all this shit about
Follow the trash and soon you'll be findin out
Dug up your past, got way too much dirt to count
Quality over the quantity
Time really never has bothered me
So f*ck off, you better stop pacing me
Didn't know "Bein a bitch" is your policy
Writer: Angel Cabrera, Beau Holland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid