Satisfied (feat. Chronic Shnxman)

Really about it, not here to waste time Bitch I got that clout and yet I'm still never satisfied Have no doubt, got a ticket for the next ride a Please just get the f*ck out before I begin loose my mind ay Was there something else that you forgot to say If you want my time you gotta pay  You can't f*ck with me or chronic SHNXMAN makin waves No need to prove myself Just out for nudes and wealth yah That bitch be rude as hell you can tell By the way that she crave the attention   Not even Sherlock Holmes can desipher those intentions Breaken hearts like she gettin paid for it She said it's business doing pleasure Just when you think you've found the perfect fit Always forget that is impossible my dicks too big to measure We should hang out on the low abit She said dependant on the weather How do I continue to believe this shit The state of it I wish I never fucking met her Really about it, not here to waste time Bitch I got that clout and yet I'm still never satisfied Have no doubt, got a ticket for the next ride a Please just get the f*ck out before I begin loose my mind ay Was there something else that you forgot to say If you want my time you gotta pay  You can't f*ck with me or Chronic Shnxman makin waves Two songs I wasted crying all bout how I fucked this shit up, yah bitch Your inconsistencies got me down on my luck, yah bitch She don't even care who's dick it is that she suck Her face say hard to get but we all know she easy as f*ck Always down for the party I love shit done the hard way Think you're special you aint nothing but a side bae   Spent 2 hours on her face Bring her over to my place Drink some wines, getting high off lines of molly She wanna f*ck on the camera eh I play that enter the sandman eh Somewhere I'd rather be Here for the novelty You think too much of yourself to act properly All I am to you is food for thot Bitch, we know that you is hungry so just stop Constantly persistent with my chronic existence Consisting of denial and cognitive dissonance But mind your own business I'm pissing into the wind and my dick is shrivelling in frobute bitten thru my clothes And into my skin It's Shnxman season, L DREARY believes it Standing next to me wheezing from the gas that we breathing Im sneezing from the speed that we heaving I'm so high I feel like Jesus But these drugs cut me up, tomorrow ill wake up in pieces Let me hit you with the facts Out here makin stacks Killin shit with the best of em I be smokin up that dak Tryna count my rax Hit the back with the rest of em