Stripes

(앨범: When Love Starts To Die - 2018)

Uh
Yeah

I get fucking sad when you call me on my phone
Telling me you hate me and I really wanna go (go)
I hate my life (uh-uh), I hate my life (yeah)
You want me dead (want me dead), I hate my life (uh-uh-uh)
Fuck up on the set (it's on sight), yeah, it's on sight
Choppas in the whip (in the), blow yo fucking shit, yeah
You a fake blood, talking like you ran that shit
I fuck you up and chop, yeah, second thought I'm bagging shit
Yeah, it's a fact, it's a fact that you faking shit
I-I got fucking demons in the closet tryna take yo shit
Don't fucking lack (don't), right behind yo back (uh)
Shoot you in yo chest (yeah), you got heart attack
Now this bitch is sad (uh-uh), bitch I got my stash
Riding solo like flare, guess you kinda glare
Uh, that's just how it goes
Money in the bag and drugs and hella hoes (yeah)

Flag me all you want, I'ma do what I want
See me up my set, this is upset
I just fucking stunt (huh), now you wanna stunt
See me all upset (yeah), now they wanna flex
Yeah, I got a set (yeah), throw it when I rep
Fuck up out my Vet (yeah), let me fuck a check (I fuck you)
Damn you a hoe, I get my fucking benna plug (yeah, yeah)
Guess I gotta go, I'm gonna blast you, little hoe (you little)
Tryna fuck around, I back it up, I serve yo mouth, (yeah)
Bags in my [?], bank on the [?]

I get fucking sad when you call me on my phone
Telling me you hate me and I really wanna go (go)
I hate my life (uh-uh), I hate my life (yeah)
You want me dead (want me dead), I hate my life (uh-uh-uh)
Fuck up on the set (it's on sight), yeah, it's on sight
Choppas in the whip (in the), blow yo fucking shit, yeah
You a fake blood, talking like you ran that shit
I fuck you up and chop, yeah, second thought I'm bagging shit
Yeah, it's a fact, it's a fact that you faking shit
I-I got fucking demons in the closet tryna take yo shit
Don't fucking lack (don't), right behind yo back (uh)
Shoot you in yo chest (yeah), you got heart attack
Now this bitch is sad (uh-uh), bitch I got my stash
Riding solo like flare, guess you kinda glare
Uh, that's just how it goes
Money in the bag and drugs and hella hoes (yeah)