I Know everything #fr

Ay ooh ya

Throw that bitch in the air ooh ya

Ay

Hit that bitch ooh ya

Ay

Dealin with a heart break

So we gettin loud smokin og cookie strains

Betty said she like me, I don't think she feel the same

And I'm feeling pain

So I smoke more

But I feel the same I'ma hit the liquor store

People don't know me, bitch I got lore

I got tears I got blood they all mixing in my pores

Swear to god, what you said, I was thinkin on the floor

Swear to god, what you said, I was gonna explode

Under my bed I got bottles of vodka

And on my desk, swear to god I got more

When I wake up it get loud like choppas

Evеry single night swear to god I drink more

Morе, more-more

Why the fuck she gotta pay attention to me?

Now I'm in luh this the shit I can’t be

I'm too dumb that's the thing about me

I'm too young that's the thing about me

Guess I'm still a jit, that’s the thing about me

I'ma go outside I'ma go smoke trees

I'ma make a song I'ma go count cheese

Shoutout me & Tropes yeah we always on c

I don't like that bitch cus she always on v

I don't like that bitch cus she always on me

I don't like that bitch yea she never say please

I don't like these hoes that's my expertise

I don't like these hoes

I don't like these hoes

I don't like these hoes

I don't like these hoes

Yeah

Ay

Keep on countin gross

It go down, it goes

Just like dominoes

Down, it touch your toes

Do you feel the lows?

Cus I feel the lows

Tell me yes or no

Please I gotta know

​heartstopmiami

​hahaha

​meow

[Slow]

Ay ooh ya

Throw that bitch in the air ooh ya

Ay

Hit that bitch ooh ya

Ay

Dealin with a heart break

So we gettin loud smokin og cookie strains

Betty said she like me, I don't think she feel the same

And I'm feeling pain

So I smoke more

But I feel the same I'ma hit the liquor store

People don't know me, bitch I got lore

I got tears I got blood they all mixing in my pores

Swear to god, what you said, I was thinkin on the floor

Swear to god, what you said, I was gonna explode

Under my bed I got bottles of vodka

And on my desk, swear to god I got more

When I wake up it get loud like choppas

Every single night swear to god I drink more

More, more-more

Why the fuck she gotta pay attention to me?

Now I'm in luh this the shit I can’t be

I'm too dumb that's the thing about me

I'm too young that's the thing about me

Guess I'm still a jit, that’s the thing about me

I'ma go outside I'ma go smoke trees

I'ma make a song I'ma go count cheese

Shoutout me & Tropes yeah we always on c

I don't like that bitch cus she always on v

I don't like that bitch cus she always on me

I don't like that bitch yea she never say please

I don't like these hoes that's my expertise

I don't like these hoes

I don't like these hoes

I don't like these hoes

I don't like these hoes

Yeah

Ay

Keep on countin gross

It go down, it goes

Just like dominoes

Down, it touch your toes

Do you feel the lows?

Cus I feel the lows

Tell me yes or no

Please I gotta know

​heartstopmiami

​hahaha

​meow