8.18.21

Everybody dropping all around me Heart dead from all this pounding To all the bitches who want to clown me Keep a close eye on your surrounding Going geeky with this shit 'cause you only do it once Don't f*ck it up 'cause your ass lacking on some fronts If that truck was any faster, I'd be sleeping with some skunks If that dope had a dance party, be a RIP song They think I'm tripping They ain't know I Wockhardt They think they know, they tweaking off a bar They looking Homer Simpson but I'm not Bart Early morning stressing, me and Smith and Wesson The best feeling got to be no guessing And I'm confessing, I ain't go to heaven But I go every time in a recording session Got this bitch so wet that I'm drowning She like the way I'm sounding off a drink Stay dodging those pins, this is not the bowling lanes I got some motherfuckers wanna see me in chains I ain't going that easy hoe, catch wind before it's breezy Ain't no deer in headlights, bitch, ain't no open season Swear the only reason I'm still kicking is my momma But in addition, I blame my addictions Got a joint so hot that I melted She looking hella red since she felt She really wanna f*ck with a young relic Got this bitch so wet that I'm drowning She like the way I'm sounding off the dank Stay dodging pins, ain't no bowling lanes Got some fuckers want to see me in chains Going full speed, no veins (Going full speed, no veins)