Текст песни Fumes - Shuddeye

Come into my crib imma sell you some
If you don't believe the weight come and peek the scale
You can hit me up on wifi or cellular
Yeah it Don't really matter how I make the sale

Say it to my face if you gon say some
I'm stressed out Vape fumes in my lungs
Shorty fucking on me like she trynna rape some
Pourin up drank in my whip till I'm slumped
Tired of the room
Let's pull up to the bar get some drinks and hit the roof
Shorty acting saucy she be sippin on that goose
Whippin in the car I got drugs we gotta scoop
Yeah
Girl what do you think, girl what do you do
You should make my phone ring you should hit me up soon
I hate that I love, n' I hate that you're rude
Do I really hate love or do I really hate you

Come into my crib imma sell you some
If you don't believe the weight come and peek the scale
You can hit me up on wifi or cellular
Yeah it Don't really matter how I make the sale
Focus on grinding up the green my love
Molly got me grinding all my teeth all up
I'm so plastered I can barely even speak my love
Oh no my whole fuckin team on drugs

Say it to my face if you gon say some
I'm stressed out Vape fumes In my lungs
Shorty fucking on me like she trynna rape some
Pourin up drank in my whip till I'm slumped
It's a shame what I do for da drugs
If you felt how I felt you would do the same
Crashed my car into a rock cause I whip it drunk
My jeans are full of problems pockets full of drank