[Intro]
Syringe

[Verse 1: Original God]
I put on for my city
Break like Houston, Whitney
Ball like Britney
She just hit me, I don't really care what you think
She'll get me black Anime hair and they stop to stare
I don't have a problem, know she gots a problem, hoping she just keeps it down

[Chorus: Original God]
All alone, don't pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems
Leave 'em all at home
I'm all alone, don't pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems
Leave 'em all at home
I break like sticks and stones

[Verse 2: Ghostie]
Bitch, I was bullied ever since I was a kid
But yo' man don't care, aight now
If he talking shit words won't hurt me
I'ma grab a fucking ratchet, I'ma lay you down
Hey, hey
I had a lotta time to think to myself
Hey, hey
Now I hate you n***as and I'm gonna give you hell
Hey, hey
I don't give a shit 'cause a n***a living it out
Hey, hey
Can't you fucking tell? I just want the money
Quick fast in my hand
Tryna get the cash and dodge
I don't like y'all and y'all don't like me
It's okay, I'ma still kick your ass
[Chorus: Original God]
All alone, don't pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems
Leave 'em all at home
I'm all alone, don't pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems
Leave 'em all at home
I break like sticks and stones

[Verse 3: Phantom Caine]
Tears fall down my face
I think about that bitch like everyday
You see it in my face I cannot lie
All I wanna do is count some guala
And I count it, baby
Come with me 'cause I just wanna die
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
I flip a bitch like a spatula
She kinda built like an amateur
I clean it up like a janitor
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me
I pray to God that she fucks with me
Jockin' that shit, but he enemy
Switching it up baby won't work with me
Why do I try to live my fucking life?
I pray to God that I won't kill myself tonight
I'm with my boys and we turn up every fucking time
I slit my wrist, I do the dash and then you see me I'll be–
[Verse 4: Angst]
Poopoo-punching you be fucking bitches minds
I don't give a fuck about these n***as clique
You be on my shit talking about my fucking dick
You be on my shit talking about my fucking dick
I never thought that I could love you
Every bit is for the clout
And I thought it was your drought
All you ever did was doubt
You never mention all my shots
I don't wanna work for you, but you wanna work for me 'cause I don't wanna fuck with you
You might catch these fucking clips
See me and you wanna dip
Got that .30 where I'm going
Take you on a fucking trip
Give a puppet, take a sip
Give a fuck about my mix
I might kick it with you later
All you n***as you ain't shit

[Chorus: Original God]
All alone, don't pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems
Leave 'em all at home
I'm all alone, don't pick up the phone
Feel it through my bones
I got too many problems
Leave 'em all at home
I break like sticks and stones
[Outro]
Original God