Got a face tat so you know I'm going no where in life
I don’t give a fuck, life’s short, roll the dice
Don’t play with me, don’t make me tell you twice
Don’t be dishonest, please listen to Brys - on Tiller
I’m a young vanilla killer
Ate my Special K? Damn, you’re a cereal killer
I thought I trusted you but I should of known better
Not talking MJ, but damn this was really a thriller
Damn … what the kcuf?
Knew love hurt but I didn’t know it'd be this tough
Had feels all inside, let it out like a cream puff
But now I get triggered by the small stuff
Damn, oh shit, here we go, get lit
Smoking on a dub, yeah we out this bitch
Ate these edibles now I’m high as a rocket
I’m high as a bitch and I won’t come down
I don’t give a fuck all I smoke is loud
I don’t give a fuck all I be is loud
My music is loud, yeah, my weed is loud
So everybody gets loud with me

Y'all, we lit as bitches
You know we don’t give a mother damn about snitches
We get the dough boy, not talking ice cream or paint jobs
We get bank like Steve Jobs, while you still got no job
I’m a circle, you a square; Spongebob
While you a square, I’m a star; Patrick, ha
Brought the fresh veggies, roll it up
Pull up, with a stick like kebab
Like a heart throb

I don’t know what’s going on with me
I drank water... I think it was laced with ecstacy
'Cause now I see you right here next to me
But I swear you just left, so, whats wrong with me?