Yunggoth✰
Stripes
[Intro]
Uh
Yeah

[Chorus]
I get f**king sad when you call me on my phone
Tellin' me you hate me and I really wanna go (go)
I hate my life (uh-uh), I hate my life (yeah)
You want me dead (want me dead), I hate my life (uh-uh-uh)
F**k up on the set (it's on sight), yeah, it's on sight
Choppas in the whip (in the), blow yo f**king sh*t, yeah
You a fake blood, talking like you ran that sh*t
I f**k you up and chop, yeah, second thought I'm bagging sh*t
Yeah, it's a fact, it's a fact that you faking sh*t
I-I got f**king demons in the closet tryna take yo sh*t
Don't f**king lack (don't), right behind yo back (uh)
Shoot you in yo chest (yeah), you got heart attack
Now this b*t*h is sad (uh-uh), b*t*h I got my stash
Riding solo like flare, guess you kinda glare
Uh, that's just how it goes
Money in the bag and drugs and hella hoes (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Flag me all you want, I'ma do what I want
See me up my set, this is upset
I just f**kin' stunt (huh), now you wanna stunt
See me all upset (yeah), now they wanna flex
Yeah, I got a set (yeah), throw it when I rep
F**k up out my Vet (yeah), let me f**k a check (I f**k you)
Damn you a hoe, I get my f**kin' benna plug (yeah, yeah)
Guess I gotta go, I'm gonna blast you, little hoe (you little)
Tryna f**k around, I back it up, I serve yo mouth, (yeah)
Bags in my (?), bank on the (?)

[Chorus]
I get f**king sad when you call me on my phone
Tellin' me you hate me and I really wanna go (go)
I hate my life (uh-uh), I hate my life (yeah)
You want me dead (want me dead), I hate my life (uh-uh-uh)
F**k up on the set (it's on sight), yeah, it's on sight
Choppas in the whip (in the), blow yo f**king sh*t, yeah
You a fake blood, talking like you ran that sh*t
I f**k you up and chop, yeah, second thought I'm bagging sh*t
Yeah, it's a fact, it's a fact that you faking sh*t
I-I got f**king demons in the closet tryna take yo sh*t
Don't f**king lack (don't), right behind yo back (uh)
Shoot you in yo chest (yeah), you got heart attack
Now this b*t*h is sad (uh-uh), b*t*h I got my stash
Riding solo like flare, guess you kinda glare
Uh, that's just how it goes
Money in the bag and drugs and hella hoes (yeah)