What you wanna hit
My m*******a
Asian b*****s with me sipping molly water
Lil peep
I'ma young stunna
I ain't lying when I tell you I be counting hunnas
I ain't ever talking to the f**king coppas
Bending b*****s over like they f**king copper
Put that on my momma
I'm like waka flocka
Anybody got a problem
I don't need my partna
Got it
Aye
I ain't tripping
I ain't plotting boy
I'm in your face
B***h
What the f**k you talking about
Kill me then
I'm so tired of these men and they f**king threats
Ain't nobody ever told you I'm in love with death
Please kill me
Motherf**ker
Put my soul to rest
Put my body under covers
Get the f**king gas
Light a match
Let me burn while my ghost laughs
Put my ash in a urn and then I sold that
I'm a fiend for money
Yeah
I know that s**t ain't nothing
Its just something about it
Every time I cut my wrist you see the money come out it
It's in my bloodstream
Baby you can't f**k me without it
I need a rich goth b***h and a crib on the mountain
Paparazzi taking pictures every time we step out it
I need snipers on my roof I need a jewish accountant
I need everybody round me getting money and counting
No clownin'
