(Ha)
(Ha)
(Why?)
(Why?)
(Why?)
(Ha)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
People keep on blaming 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout I ain't the best
Sippin' out the f*cking bottle, all this shit just got me stressed
All this shit just f*cking with my brain, and it hurt my chest
Can't believe she f*cking with that lame, yeah, I am a mess
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout murder
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout syrup
Everyday I'm f*cking swerving
Everyday I'm f*cking hurting
It don't even matter, I'ma stack that paper
Niggas they always be haters
Nigga you a f*cking fan
Now I'ma stack my bands
People keep on blaming 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout I ain't the best
Sippin' out the f*cking bottle, all this shit just got me stressed
All this shit just f*cking with my brain, and it hurt my chest
Can't believe she f*cking with that lame, yeah I am a mess
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout murder
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout syrup
Everyday I'm f*cking swerving
Everyday I'm f*cking hurting
It don't even matter, I'ma stack that paper
Niggas they always be haters
Nigga you a f*cking fan
Now I'ma stack my bands
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(Ha)
(Ha)
(Why?)
(Why?)
(Why?)
(Ha)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
People keep on blaming 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout I ain't the best
Sippin' out the f*cking bottle, all this shit just got me stressed
All this shit just f*cking with my brain, and it hurt my chest
Can't believe she f*cking with that lame, yeah, I am a mess
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout murder
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout syrup
Everyday I'm f*cking swerving
Everyday I'm f*cking hurting
It don't even matter, I'ma stack that paper
Niggas they always be haters
Nigga you a f*cking fan
Now I'ma stack my bands
People keep on blaming 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout I ain't the best
Sippin' out the f*cking bottle, all this shit just got me stressed
All this shit just f*cking with my brain, and it hurt my chest
Can't believe she f*cking with that lame, yeah I am a mess
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout murder
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout syrup
Everyday I'm f*cking swerving
Everyday I'm f*cking hurting
It don't even matter, I'ma stack that paper
Niggas they always be haters
Nigga you a f*cking fan
Now I'ma stack my bands
(Ha)
(Why?)
(Why?)
(Why?)
(Ha)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
People keep on blaming 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout I ain't the best
Sippin' out the f*cking bottle, all this shit just got me stressed
All this shit just f*cking with my brain, and it hurt my chest
Can't believe she f*cking with that lame, yeah, I am a mess
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout murder
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout syrup
Everyday I'm f*cking swerving
Everyday I'm f*cking hurting
It don't even matter, I'ma stack that paper
Niggas they always be haters
Nigga you a f*cking fan
Now I'ma stack my bands
People keep on blaming 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout I ain't the best
Sippin' out the f*cking bottle, all this shit just got me stressed
All this shit just f*cking with my brain, and it hurt my chest
Can't believe she f*cking with that lame, yeah I am a mess
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout murder
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout syrup
Everyday I'm f*cking swerving
Everyday I'm f*cking hurting
It don't even matter, I'ma stack that paper
Niggas they always be haters
Nigga you a f*cking fan
Now I'ma stack my bands
Writer: DeAndre Lewis
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