Tell her that I love her but she think that I'm an asshole
Said you pullin up with sticks but we know you cap bro
Feeling like a ghost, yeah I'm feeling like I'm Casper
Said your bullets strong but my bullets going faster
All my shootings accurate, it's kinda like a free throw
Glock 17 made him freeze like a T-Pose
And you sending me some hearts but I don't need those
And she telling me some secrets, I can't keep those
Yeah I'm dressed up like Tommy, but I'm sad
And you can't afford a feature, homie you down bad
Can't get lackin' with the bros, I ain't going out sad
You a fuckin' snake, I didn't think you'd go out like that
Need some chrome hearts on me bad
Feel like Josh always dressed up in high class
With the mob acting crazy, we die fast
Sorry it had to end this way, it didn't fucking last

Uh huh
That song fucking sucks never listen to it