Good lookin Bryce
You really be killin this shit
Uh uh I'm so tired of the pain yeah i'm sick of it
We don't want nobody watching uh fuck it kill the witnesses
I'm goin hard for the ones gone ain't get to witness this
I get high as hell but deep down in my feelings when I reminisce
Uh I might shed a tear
Uhhh I know i'm insecure
Sometimes I talk to god and I just question why'd he put me here
Feel like i'm losing all my friends some by death some niggas moving weird
Life just moving way too fast no breaks just gas and I ain't choose the gear
Everything keep going time don't wait on nobody
Ion got no opps them niggas hating over hoes prolly
Why these bitches always talk bout shit when they don't know bout it
Like before her bbl I felt the same cause I had nobody
Feeling all alone
Plenty nights I tried to call yo phone
And you ain't pick it up all i'm getting is the dial tone
Don't ever think i need you though
Im just venting to the mic
I drop a deuce inside a sprite and sip out styrofoam
Fuck it drop a deuce again we gettin very cocky
I got bitches fuck I look like trippin I can't marry thotties
But if she mine you know that bitch is bad yeah she very naughty
I hit the scene got all them people watching bitch i'm very saucy
Yeah I got designer in my closet but ion wear it prolly
Fuck it pop him send em to the doctor since he swear he poppin
My homie snitched I gotta cut him off no I can't spare nobody
Yeah I heard that you was with the shit but you don't scare nobody
Man they done let the wrong type of niggas touch a couple dollars
Where im from them niggas get that money and think it solve they problems
I was told that when you in that coffin you can't take them commas
I talk to God when I get in my thoughts like why he take my patnas
Keep my pistol one up in the head bitch I ain't gotta cock it
I keep them bitches lurking on my page I ain't even gotta block em
I know them niggas hate I have my way and i'm a trending topic
You got a bag I got a bag too so bitch lets get it poppin