Fuxk Me Up (feat. DrippyLeik)

Damn Ski Mask I get drunk a lot and I loved a lot these People f*ck me up, I do drugs a lot, can't stop the pain, these demons f*ck me up Them niggas plot a lot, can't stop the hate, them niggas out of luck You know I trap a lot, got run it up, I'm tryna get them bucks My niggas gon' score like they Giannis, whole lotta metal, I'm feelin' bionic I just wanna f*ck if we both bein' honest, bust down the weed in my sheet, this dat chronic I really turned numb to the pain, umbrellas up, bitch, I'm dodgin' the rain Bet he get plucked if he hop in my lane, can't hang with niggas, they really be strange Brought, ah bag inside the trap me and, Brodie, really run it up My niggas stay with all them Glocks, you play your ass, get tummy tuck And I drunk lean like every day, I started fuckin' myself, up And if that nigga wanna play, he gon' get touched, not one of us You say that you love me, you didn't hold me down, I'm spinnin' a block with my niggas, we bustin' them rounds It's a whole lotta gas, really smoke out the pound, DripTeam be the gang, only gang around And I'm airin' it out, I ain't playin' around, got a broken heart, so I'm dangerous now Goin' up on the gram like I'm famous now, I'm servin' these niggas like In-N-Out Can't talk through the phone, cause these niggas be hot, if he wanted some gas, Drippy, got the pack And you niggas be bitches, you somethin' you not, try show her' my heart and she ran' with that Record in the house where my microphone at, try find real love, I could never find that If I gave you my trust, it better not turn bad, These niggas on dick they be stealin' my swag I don't need no key, how that foreign gon' start, you can talk that shit, ain't no fear in my heart If you want some smoke, I'ma spark my Glock, these niggas be bitches sweet as a pop tart You can run all you want, but I'm chasin' your ass, skinny young nigga that's chasin' the bag Think that it's sweet put my foot in his ass, niggas be bitches, they sad like they dad Keep my Glock, case dis shit get real, bitch ass nigga, I be really in the field They call me the man, cause I keep that steel, pass me the Glock, I'ma show you it's real Don't show me that shit, I won't sign no deal, young nigga rappin', I'm tryna get a mill Or ah house on the hill, and my hand on the wheel, grabbin' her neck, told her open her grill Smokin' that gas bruhh where that thunder, I'm that man that'll keep my plunger I be spinnin' the wheel where the bumper, I won't go for shit on my mova We ain't blood, but that nigga my brova, man, you niggas be bitches, y'all suckers And I put that on my mova, and I put that on my brova I get drunk a lot, and I loved a lot, these people f*ck me up I do drugs a lot, can't stop the pain, these demons f*ck me up Them niggas plot a lot, can't stop the hate, them niggas out of luck You know I trap a lot, got run it up, I'm tryna get them bucks My niggas gon' score like they Giannis, whole lotta metal, I'm feelin' bionic I just wanna f*ck if we both bein' honest, bust down the weed in my sheet dats dat chronic I really turn numb to the pain, umbrellas up, bitch, I'm dodgin' the rain Bet he get plucked if he hop in my lane, can't hang with niggas, they really be strange