Stressed

(intro)
(billy made the beat)
(ugly goth posse bitch)
(lil juul pod is my daddy)

[?]

(chorus)
I-i-i-i i be lying be if i said i wasn't stressed out
Off a molly bro that shit blow my chest out
A-a-a all that talking make me wanna blow my head out
Ohhh
Brody say it with your chest now

(verse)
Talkin shit on twitter but he stay with his neck out
Ima go and get her, i dont even need to flex out
B-b-b bro u in my dms
All u try do is get some clout
Loud pack stinky so u know we had to air it out

(bridge)
We had to air it out
[?]
We been on the road
Ain't no whereabouts
Ima get a bag quick without a doubt

(chorus)
I-i-i-i i be lying be if i said i wasn't stressed out
Off a molly bro that shit blow my chest out
A-a-a all that talking make me wanna blow my head out
Ohhh
Brody say it with your chest now

(verse 2)
Talk down on the posse
We might catch a body
And i got like 12 goth bitches tryna top me
[?]
Then i give that bit a kiss and scrt off in a rari
[?]
[?]
Shawty on my instagram
U know she tryna heart me
And i keep the pack on me
Dont u tryna [?] me

(chorus)
I-i-i-i i be lying be if i said i wasn't stressed out
Off a molly bro that shit blow my chest out
A-a-a all that talking make me wanna blow my head out
Ohhh
Brody say it with your chest now
I-i-i-i i be lying be if i said i wasn't stressed out
Off a molly bro that shit blow my chest out
A-a-a all that talking make me wanna blow my head out
Ohhh
Brody say it with your-
(ugly goth posse bitch)