I HATE THAT YOU EXIST

Why brodie geekin' off that tranq You a junkie f*ck boy can't keep 1000 in the bank I drop like 3k on a fit and I can still afford that dank So how bout come and shop a zip cuz what you smokin' on is fake So call my bluff pussy So call my pussy bluff (wtf?) Bitch I'm booted off that vicodin can't get enough I keep bout half a kilo in my trunk Always got that new pack I let it fill my lungs I just throw the brass knuckle to yo chin Get yo blood up on my fit Just wait until I up the stick I press a glockey to yo noggin I'ma pop you in yo shit But f*ck my liver sip that tussin till I'm sick I fucking hate that you exist I roll some fent into yo spliff I let these bullets hit yo skin I cannot get caught with a switch I'm off the oxy I might crash the whip And now I run extendo with a clip like Where's yo bitch Run yo shit I go retarded with the chopstick I'm mentally unwell I bring a knife into the mosh pit (f*ck) I take my head right off the map I drop a rack and I'ma kick it stacking molly on my lap You steady barkin' on ig but I just know that boy is cap But how bout now I'm at yo place like wya I took yo shit and you can't get it back I do 50 for the feat so get the f*ck up off my sack It ain't no wonder why nobody fw you boy you a rat