[Chorus 1]
Don't you even start your shit with me
I’m drunk, I want to argue
It's three A.M, I'm on your line like, "Where the fuck are you?"
Layin’ in bed, fed up with my arguin'
Instead of tryna' calm me, you say, "Call me when you're off of it"

[Verse 1]
Fuckin' up my liver in front of her, let her hear the sip
Told her I ain't drinkin', she can see the shine atop my lip
Scold her 'bout her thinkin, "You ain’t shit when you’re on top my dick
And I don't mean ridin’, I mean your mom when you want a hit
You know she know it", now we yelling over the phone
I tell that bitch I'm 'boutta drive back homе
'Cause when I hit her in hеr dome, I know that pussy ass trick of a bitch wouldn’t hit me back if she got gold
Now it's morning and my shadow tend to follow me
Yo', I need weed, my fucking stomach's so bothering
Let me know when you available, I'll bring my rig over
Don't know how he feelin' sayin', "No", but I feel shit sober

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2]
You don't wanna witness
Hold up, watch this
Throw up on the sidewalk and I hear a car stalkin'
Don't know who it is, but I'm scared they 'finna rock shit
A 200 pass me, red like a moshpit
"Aye, fuck you!", and I realize at the last sec'
It's that stupid whore in the car givin' me bad rep'
Voicemail from my dude, her sayin' that I give mad head
But I don't never want 'cause I think she half an object
He say, "Nah, you's bad as shit"
Yea, you know what that means
Hop in the S80, T6, don't pass me
Drive up by his side still fucked up and hungover
See myself like, "Damn, the dude she givin' up her cunt over"
Tell T I'll be just a minute, cut him off and brake check
Her ass up on his lap so I give 'em both a paycheck
Rear-ended my car to shit, only 3 grand anyway
I drive off, "Fuck you", theirs can't even alternate
[Bridge]
Drive over to my brothers' for some fire ass weed
Thought he 'finna share, guess the shit ain't free
Pay a couple hundred for an ounce and now I'm back, home
Feelin' like McCallister how I'm livin' home alone
Drive over to my brothers' for some fire ass weed
Thought he 'finna share, guess the shit ain't free
Pay a couple hundred for an ounce and now I'm back, home
Feelin' like McCallister how I'm livin' home alone

[Chorus 2]
Don't you start your shit with me
I'm high, I'm tryna' lie down
Couldn't find peace so I'm back in the right town
Call you, "Where you at babe?"
"Oh, I'm at Alex's
I'm spending the night so just spend time and relax a bit"

[Verse 3]
"Bitch, what the-- You know what? Fuck it, I'm'ma off myself"
She screaming on the other end "Get your dick out of me, help!"
That fucker don't help, what do I do?
Do I kill myself or stay alive and kill him too?
Nah, fuck it, murder all of 'em like gettin' jumped with Martyrdom
And throw a punch so fun it break my wrist and leave his hearin' hum-
-ming, motha'fucka' old, hit him and it's so mean
Fuck that lil' shrew, don't want her, I'll fuck the codeine
Talkin' to the bitch and she gon' say she miss the fuckin' old me
Never knew love's soul, but now I know because I'm fuckin' growing
Tell her to get off call and talk, she won't, she's fuckin' phony
Feelin' guilty, walkin' 'round the block with my fuckin' homie
[Verse 4]
I don't got a holster for this Luger 'cause I shoot dykes
9 'gasms on your mind, now you got some .9 inside
Call her again, "What you doing on the weekend?"
Followed their van, "Love, don't worry, I'm'ma sleep in"
Figured it was best to say I love her words of kindness, though
I'd love to take her and travel with her through the nice snow
Dumb little bitch fell for my mani' with a bleeding throat
She never trusted, she was right, who's better: Gray or-- No
I ask her who she thinks that I should fuck
Who you think I'd like best?
I need a dude on top my dick who'll fuck me and who'll put his hands on top of my chest
I can't go out on a road trip and have quiet
Every single thing the bitch does, down, I go write it
No reason to live without me, she says, all I do is fight it
I don't get it, why has she not commited suicide yet?
All my energy is being put into this mo'fuckin' pencil
So, excuse me if I don't have time for your "Hence, he'll"'s
I'm not gonna die from your doing, no Fentanyl
I'd rather watch you get fucked by a Ben Hill
DXM, Adderall, Xanax, and Benadryl
A motherfucker like you spending savings for a tenth of pills
Mend the dill, set his will, hope that he can handle ya'
Runnin' from that girl got me runnin' out of stamina
Dirty ass roamer couldn't be cleaned with Cetaphil
I don't wanna hurt my own rep, so leave it down the hill
Thought you wouldn't ever hurt me, begged me with "I neva' will!"
(Whisper) I don't wanna hurt you with this .40, so sit still
[Chorus 1]
Don't you even start your shit with me
I'm drunk, I want to argue
It's three A.M, I'm on your line like, "Where the fuck are you?"
Layin' in bed, fed up with my arguin'
Instead of tryna' calm me, you say, "Call me when you're off of it"
Off of it
Off of it
Off of it
Off of it