Traumatic

[Intro]
Yeah
Midnight
Ayy, yuh, look

[Refrain 1]
Ayy, don't start no shit that you know you don't plan to end
Geeked up with my friends and them
Strapped up with my mans and them
Stackin' up them bands again
Done doubled up on my plans again
Double Dutched on his bands again
Still geeked the fuck up with these dead presidents
Ayy, don't start no shit that you know you don't plan to end
Geeked up with my friends and them
Strapped up with my mans and them
Stackin' up them bands again
Done doubled up on my plans again
Double Dutched on his bands again
Still geeked the fuck up with these dead presidents

[Verse 1]
Ayy, yuh
I might eat a couple of pills, Invite a couple of bitches so we can really freak it out like
Feelin' like Busta Rhymes, the way I bust a rhyme and get these bitches geekin' out like
Pussy nigga bust a move, I'll let you bust the few and then I bust at you
I don't got too much to lose and not a enough to prove
So what you wanna do? 'Cause I don't fuck with you
In the field or the booth ain’t no difference
Don't expect me to ask for permission
'Bout as sharp as the cut that you been in
I will not sedate you to make the incision
Fill your organs with fluid the next step
Filter out all your blood with the excess
Post a pic on the gram that's a weird flex
Stuck in the eyes, on they mind like a semtex
This shit weighing in deep on your mental
Bet you worry 'bout who out to get you
Keep pretending like we not the issue
When surely enough we gon' make it official
I'll be happy to assist your suicide
I go forth with the team, bitch it's do or die
Ain't no question in tension with you and I
Actively looking for bodies to brutalize
Scribble the check like, "Who next?"
Bring all the press, I confess
Lay out the rest, no contest
Lock me away, I'm a mess
Scribble the check like, "Who next?"
Bring all the press I confess
Lay out the rest no contest
Lock me away, I'm a mess

[Refrain 2]
[?]
I don't care if the hate come with it
I'ma worry 'bout income, nigga
Till my death yeah we all gon' get it
Reinvented
They out to get you
I don't care if the hate come with it
I'ma worry 'bout income, nigga
Till my death yeah we all gon' get it
Reinvented

[Verse 2]
I hate what I am, so I can't be sober
Your touch is enough to ruin my composure
My mistake, I took you for a different person
You drive hate into me, now I'm a burden
You drive hate into me, now I'm a burden
So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction
So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction
So long, farewell, to my favorite addiction

[Refrain 3]
I'ma make this experience traumatic
I'ma make the experience traumatic
I'ma make the experience traumatic
Traumatic, traumatic
I'ma make this experience traumatic
I'ma make the experience traumatic
I'ma make the experience traumatic
Traumatic, traumatic
I'ma make this experience traumatic
I'ma make the experience traumatic
I'ma make the experience traumatic
Traumatic, traumatic
I'ma make this experience traumatic
I'ma make the experience traumatic
I'ma make the experience traumatic
Traumatic