Hate Your Guts

Shorty eyes on me when I pull up full cup
I don't wanna talk I wanna roll up
Heard they wanna kill me
So I really got to load up
I ain't know you loved her when I throat fucked
Fuck around and find out where the funk is
Punk bitch I won't start my day
Until the blunt lit blood drip
Down the fucking blade I cut 'em up with
Come get your girl off my motherfucking nuts bitch
Running up a check at the dispo
Get yo bitch she been giving me the hints though
I ain't mean to flex but I am though
Indo zip and I'm rolling up a spliff hoe
Shorty giving neck with the window tint low
Shit I love me a lil nympho
I done paid the debt for my sins hoe
Shit gon' flip they don't wanna see me win no
I don't wanna talk about it
I done thought about it
So damn much I contemplated
Killing off about it
Take the fucking knife up out my
Back and slaughter with it
I'm a fucking hypochondriac and I don't get it
She think I'm a narcissist
I think she hard to listen to
High as fuck I park the whip
I'm off the pharmaceuticals
And life is beautiful, I was biting on my cuticles
Cut that bitch off and see what it could do for you

Fucked up in the middle of the day
Leave you cut up in the bottom of the lake
With some other victims
God I fucking hate your guts
You know what you know what
Getting fucked up in the middle of the day
Leave you cut up in the bottom of the lake
With some other victims
God I fucking hate your guts
You know what you know what