[Chorus]
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm never fucking sober
Never faking ain't a poser
I won't make it guess I'm over nah
Fuck it put the soda on the table
Crush it up and split it
Just like you supposed to
Here's a toast to being fuck ups, man
Fuck, I guess I choose to
Pour it up, wait, hold up
You're slow, bruh
Kissing up on my shoulder
When I hold her
Losing motivation fiending for an indication
That I'll make it otherwise I need a permanent vacation
Had to replace it
Back to the basics
Suicidal, lose the cycle I might lose my patience
Broker than a motherfucker I ain't doin well
So I guess that when I die fuck it I wanna go to hell
[Chorus]
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I pull up in that all black
Drop top with the Glock cocked
With the top back
Letting them know I'm about that
Say they know that
Say I won't blow that
No light in the tunnel I feel like kodak
Pulling right up to the scene
And the bitches they fucking
They don't know my name
Oh you be loving attention and loving affection
But bro, I do not feel the same
I got the girl up the crib and I'm working and living
This rapping corrupting your brain
Man, those clout google be tight
You need to go fucking exchange
God ain't hear me
When I asked him for a blessin
So I picked up this mic, and this pipe
And taught that boy a lesson
I've been wating now and now I'm breakin
Now that's why I'm stressing
Tryna make it now and I can't fake it
Now I have depression
[Chorus]
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell
When I die fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell