DEAD GUYS #1C34 #TRAPGOTH

I-
I told shawty please don't panic
Off a pill, I cannot stand them
Give her lies, I'm so romantic
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish
Up it on 'em, make 'em panic
I know my niggas put in damage
I'm going up, ain't got no plans
It's 34, yea that's the family

I'm just posted with my shooters
Pourin' drank shit out the cooler
Your bitch like me 'cause I'm coolin'
In the venue with my toolie
We pull up and making movies
Ksubi's on, don't wear no truey
Emo bitch and that hoe bougie
She said she want to hold the pistol

Pull up on them, what's the issue?
You let bro hit you with that missle
Go make some money, this shit simple
You ain't no plug, you ain't no middle
I text her "ngl i miss you"
Got my 9, man this shit literal
Yea I told my bitch to get him
Foreign shooters on my payroll

Emo bitch do what I say so
I'm wearing dis suit, yea that's a case closed
I'm an angel, need my halo
That OC 40 got me K.O
Smokin' Tooka, feel like K.I
In my spliff, yea, got some dead guys
And my pockets got some dead guys
Yea my bankroll, hella dead guys

Punching cards, I'm at the bank
Popping percs, yea I'm a slut
All new money, come my way
Life fucked up, I'll find my way
Brand new jacket, I ain't payin'
I'm tryna get some guap today
I'm off these drugs, I'm pouring drank
My momma thinks I'm a disgrace

But I can't live no other way
Me and gang gon pave the way
I'm chasing plays like everyday
I'm anxious, don't know what to say
The Xanny bar, it might be laced
Get on her knees, she give me praise
I love my demons, they my prey