Horrible

[Produced by CashMoneyAP]

[Chorus]
I can't go to sleep
So I'm gonna be on weed for days
Niggas so foul
Shit that I seen it made me go crazy
People just treat me so horrible
I thinking that everything's horrible
Horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible

[Verse 1]
Get me the flask, give me the gas, give me the match
Where the motherfucking Percocets at? Give me the drank
Cut you off like it's nothing, motherfucker, what you think?
I'm a young motherfucker just tryna get paid
I'm so vulgar, what you thought, this s'posed to be something proper?
I take Doja out compartments and I feed it to your daughter
I put demons on your people, sneak dissing leads to slaughter
On that drank it smells like copper, never known to be a slacker
Did the caper, snatched the paper, then, flip to the next chapter
You a actor, I'm a rapper, yeah, I'm wrapping up ya show
Heard she like to do gymnastics, I'm wrapping up your hoe
Niggas felt like Katt Williams when they walked through that do'
It just pains me to see niggas switch sides for this dough
And I gotta ditch ya hoes, I don't want 'em no more
Everyday they drive me crazy, I wanna smash through they wall
That's why sometimes in the middle of the night, I'm getting throwed
And you know

[Verse 2]
Bitches keep on toying, we gon' show them pussies 'paranoia'
Dissolution all in they minds, I leave 'em catatonic
Bring me some more tonic, I'm retarded when I'm taunting targets
Thought it was the chronic? Naw, bitch, a nigga hooked on Phonics
Check out my performance, I was shitting on them niggas, hardly
Why you gotta start it? Why you gotta get my geeks going?
These the repercussions, being trolled by a tree stump
Put giants on the track, niggas 'fee-fi-fo-fummin''
Who brought the paper to scissors? Who rocked the middle finger?
Careful where you leaving them digits, they get forensic wit it
We smoking shipments of citrus, like it was from the clinic
These bitches still getting headaches, over-the-counterfeit
Fuck synergy, me and God synonymous
Fuck enemies, slay em and stay anonymous
Supreme mathematics, I gotta minus em
Plus these bitches ain't loyal, that's what the problem is

[Outro]
Yeah, man, everything feels like it's horrible. I've always been feeling like I'm gullible. I'm a strong rapper, I never mumble. Therefore, I never fumble. And in the end, all you bitch-ass cowards shall be crumbled