cry

[Chorus]

P-pulling up, we got lots of smoke

And he wanted some, so you better not choke

And we running up, so that's not even a choice to fold

Dissing, but, like, bro, I don't care about it

But that's not the point and we empty out that full clip

Run to the bag, but your bro already stole it

What the fuck was that? I d— I don't even know

Headshot, headshot, put a friend in his dome

[Verse 1]

Blade to his chest, make him run, make him scream

And I'm running up a check, I said fuck your needs

I don't care no more like I never

And she say she don't care, likewise, whatever

That's cool

That's the least of my problems

Not you

And you're so annoying, you give me a headache

You're so stupid, I'ma lose it

He was talkin' a lot before I shoot him

So sorry, not really

I don't care that I hurt your feelings (Die)

I hope you never get found

And you're slumped in a ditch, but I'll see you around