​better_luck_next_time

[Intro]
(If you not fuckin' with NOVAGANG, you a dub)

[Verse]
Got way too many thoughts running through my head and all of 'em picture you dead
It ain't none to walk up out the fucking house and fill a pussy motherfucker up with lead
I did what I did, bitch, I said what I said, I do what I do, bitch, I need him to beg
I run that blade down my wrist 'til I bled, I run that blade down my wrist 'til I bleed
Soul eater, soul feen, take lil' bro soul, AK19
Choppa on, drum on, make it sing, shooter loud, make my ear ring
Big body Benz truck at ya' hotel, airing out the fucking lobby
Call up my demon, like, gimme a reason, like, I know my demon really got me
I know my demon really D1 with the bump stock AR15
I never listen, I don't give a fuck 'bout what a dumb lil' bitch mean
Yeah, lil' bro shot and missed me, better luck next time, get ya' aim up
Get ya' sights fixed, Whitney up on the table, bitch geeked
We with a new bitch, she a tweak, I got a new Glick with a new drum
With a brand new technique, I got TEC-9 on me
I got a TEC, I'ma go sweep, better luck next time, I'on rest, I
I'on never need to fucking sleep, nah, I'on sleep that shit weak
I been awake thirteen days, I been so trapped in my own mind
And I never sleep when I feel away, like, there ain't a thing I could feel today
I start to talk and forget what I say, like, I don't even say a word some days
Can't go a year without getting betrayed, lost all color, everything grey
I'on see red, vision go black
I been to Hell, wanna go back
I got it on me, never lack
Like I only walk around with a rack
Tired of hoes, like, get off my back
Ho, get off my dick, this shit getting sad
Like, I could never ever go out sad
Like, I could never ever go out bad