BUTT

Laying in my bed bitch I'm booted off the perc
Riding yea dead ina hearse
Bitch I'm hurting bitch I'm hurting havent you heard
I killed myself last week ina hearse

Bitch I'm thinking bout the riches no no they not wishes
They my plan they my dreams and I'm getting getting it
Get my bag up dancing like the stars
Bitch I'm on pills yea I'm always up on mars
They be like ain't you pana the mothafucka that likes to sing
But you get no where bitch I wanna sell the seas
They be talking all they shit Lowkey I be missing it
I just wanna blow up get the riches bitch

Laying on my grave take the pain away
Need you by my side need the money today
Sorry sorry I don't love you I just want my money girl
If it were up to me I'd give you the fucking world

Dancing on the stars bitch I'm booted off the perc
Laying here I'm rotting ina fucking hearse
Can they find me can they find me I lost my soul
I shouldn't have sold it to the thirteen fuck it tho
Make my money now I'm booted up dancing bitch
They be like Pana ain't stuck ain't you ina ditch

How you know I'm rotting away come on come on bitch
Leave me alone lemme get my bag shit
Eenie meenie miney mo catch the soul by the toe
Which I can get mine but I'm fucking all these fucking hoes
Hope you understand where I'm coming from no

They be like Pana ain't you dancing with the stars tho
Sold my soul to the 13 that's my click bitch