[Intro]
(Exquisite)

[Chorus]
I could go spend fifteen hunnid, made three thousand back in profit
I was bummy, broke as fuck, got off my ass, had to do somethin' (Yeah)
My friends say they worry 'bout me, I indulge in too much druggin'
But why the fuck is you complainin'? This the 800 you wanted (You wanted)
They want sad songs, I get sadder (Woah-woah)
I want Xanax, a whole platter (Platter)
Runnin' from 12, hope they don't capture (Ooh-woah)
I might crash, but it don't matter (Don't matter)

[Verse]
That's what they want anyway
I'd rather let my habits kill me than have to change my ways (Yeah)
How come every time I mention that I'm sad, it get plays? (Huh-uh)
They already know I'm tryna to get this out, I'm 'bout to sleep in some days (Some days)
Black Roll truck, bad bitch hold my Glock (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm scammin', now I'm movin' drugs
Why are all my pockets stuffed? (Yeah)
Give me Jeffersons in my pocket
I don't dance [?]
Ricky pants, hunnids stuffed in
Got my passport in London, woah (Ah-yah)
Rest in peace my brother and free some of them too (Ooh)
Feel like fifty years ain't fair, know how the [?]
Pull up, roll the windows down and send him to his doom
Drugs and knots inside my bag, go tell 'em check me for loot
[Bridge]
I just feel like it was like, really relating to self-destruction
Right
It's like I f—, I don't know, I just
Are you in a period of self-destruction in general, would you say?
I'm always gon' be in a period of self-destruction

[Chorus]
I could go spend fifteen hunnid, made three thousand back in profit
I was bummy, broke as fuck, got off my ass, had to do somethin' (Yeah)
My friends say they worry 'bout me, I indulge in too much druggin'
But why the fuck is you complainin'? This the 800 you wanted (You wanted)
They want sad songs, I get sadder (Woah-woah)
I want Xanax, a whole platter (Platter)
Runnin' from 12, hope they don't capture (Ooh-woah)
I might crash, but it don't matter (Don't matter)