[Intro: glaive]
I'm so pissed, I'm so pissed, I'm so pissed
I don't know what it is, but I'm so pissed

[Chorus: glaive]
I'm so pissed, I'm angry as fuck
I wanna kill myself, but you're calling my bluff
And your boyfriend wants to be just like us
I know you're tired of this shit, yeah, enough is enough
I'm so pissed, I'm angry as fuck
I wanna kill myself, but you're calling my bluff
And your boyfriend wants to be just like us
I know you're tired of this shit, yeah, enough is enough

[Verse 1: glaive]
And I'm so angry all the time
Got pins and needles in my spine
It's not that bad, I'm quite alright
Got two damn angels by my side
And I don't do much, I don't leave my house
But I don't even need to, my friends leave me out
And I don't need a girl, I don't need a spousе
And that boy wanted smoke, now therе's blood in his mouth
And I've always said karma's a bitch
I walk in that function, I step in that bitch
And everyone talks so I'm talking my shit
And I'm done with the frontin', I guess this is it
[Chorus: glaive]
I'm so pissed, I'm angry as fuck
I wanna kill myself, but you're calling my bluff
And your boyfriend wants to be just like us
I know you're tired of this shit, yeah, enough is enough
I'm so pissed, I'm angry as fuck
I wanna kill myself, but you're calling my bluff
And your boyfriend wants to be just like us
I know you're tired of this shit, yeah, enough is enough

[Bridge: lieu]
I'm eating a jolly rancher

[Verse 2: lieu]
I'm making money for sure
I keep that pole told lil bro "don't fold"
I keep that Glock and it go
And that mac got a scope
Keep that clip if you run up
Came with the stick out just like a drummer
You got to dig up your mother to hug her
And I'm making bands like a fucking pack runner
I feel like shine the way that I'm on rico charges
I'm on parole, I'm on parole for murder
I just killed a family of five
That gun doesn't have ammo in it like bro that's a lie
I can be off-beat and I am still fye
You cap on the gram like we ain't watching you at all times
I'm sipping wock until i go blind
I do not sip wock I don't even know if that shit happens
Glock about to clap like its magic
He talking shit we gonna spray at that faggot
And he want the Rab method he can tap in
I feel like Jame hallow tips never lacking
You hop on the beat and you go passive
I hop on the beat and I go aggressive
Your pockets more poor than the great depression
We bout to turn up in this bitch no need for compression
And that Glock with a dick 'bout to teach you a lesson
Just kidding that Glock with a dick about to cave your damn head in
And that's the shit you'll be forgetting
RIP Bro now he's floating with angels in heaven
I'm making money like Devin
[Outro: lieu]
(I'm sorry I just had to say that because I don't know who Devin is bro)
(Like I--I needed a bar, but like, you know)
(Um)
(You know, I hope you liked it)
(No, fuck you, I don't care if you like it, you know)
(It's joke it was a joke dude)