​heart attack

[Intro]
Rare1
Bloodhounds
Fetch me their souls

[Chorus]
Talk loud behind the scene, now I see you running up
Made a couple moves, so you know I'm fucking stuffed (Yah, yah)
All these lames make me feel like throwing up
Instead I'm pouring up
You some goofy shit, I ain't on that
RIP Steve Jobs, gotta keep a mac
Gas burning in my chest, smoking a heart attack
I want the keys to the check

[Verse]
I don't want that ho, have her back
Bitches in the function throwing ass
Say you 'bout that shit, it's a act
I can't feel a thing, I'm steady sippin' act
Not even sick but I'm still sippin' medicine
Fuck Trump but I swear I love my presidents
What's that shining? Why the fuck you even flexing it?
Making hits, easy, I ain't even sweating it
We don't play no games, selling FNs
With a groupie ho and her best friend

[Chorus]
Talk loud behind the scene, now I see you running up
Made a couple moves, so you know I'm fucking stuffed (Yah, yah)
All these lames make me feel like throwing up
Instead I'm pouring up
You some goofy shit, I ain't on that
RIP Steve Jobs, gotta keep a mac
Gas burning in my chest, smoking a heart attack
I want the keys to the check

[Outro]
Talk loud behind the scene, now I see you running up
Made a couple moves, so you know I'm fucking stuffed (Yah, yah)
All these lames make me feel like throwing up
Instead I'm pouring up
You some goofy shit, I ain't on that
RIP Steve Jobs, gotta keep a mac
Gas burning in my chest, smoking a heart attack
I want the keys to the check