My computer is on fire,i fucked up my files
Vhs, a lot of bitches, but I'm not funny
I'm spinin' my blade and you look like a fake
Fuck your gang and fuck your bape
Drugs in my veins,cocaine in cake
And you can walk away
I do not understand you,you are talking shit
What do you think about when you breathe?
I hate your music, it's just so bad
Weapons in my bag, i go to bed
We will blow up your house,her hair is brown
It's raining now, cold now
I smoke now
This bitch loves weed
Iron walls, smoking in the dusk
You fucking duck,you
This bitch loves dead people
This bitch will die