Yung Mutt
I'm getting f*cked up, I wanna die
But I can't decide if it's 'cause I already f*cking died
F*ck the police, bitch, I know my f*cking lines
Lines of gunpowder, cocaine in my bullets
Go pick a flower for a pretty bitch, I wouldn't f*cking do it
Smokin' on a tree, something you already knew
Since we askin' questions now
Known I don't a-f*cking-prove
Huffing glue, candlelight blue
I thought you knew
Pretty bitches with me 'cause I keep this shit one hunnid
Start to flexin' on these bitches, then I get to bustin'
Sippin' Robitussin with my motherf*cking cousin
Got me f*cked up, because I do it how they doesn't
Two phone shawty with a bitch on both lines
Two hoes lonely, because I never got the time
White trash out the slime
Codeine soda with the lime on that Japanese time
When I'm smoking on the pine, bitch