Lyrics: Keyon Booker
Music: Keyon Booker
Yung Dripp
Suicide Ferrari (Finesse cult)
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, murderous lil' bae, that's my Jodi Arias
Posted in the gun store like Toys "R" Us
Said he wanted gun smoke, I let that shit bust
Let me know your fears, baby, it's my lust (Baby, it's my lust)
You know that I'm playin' wit' you, baby, it's a game (Baby, it's a game)
Finna kill myself, **** the internet fame
Wake up every day and feel a different fvckin' pain (Every day)
And I'm finna put the AA-12 gauge to my brain (Doo-doo)
I'ma take her, then take myself (Then take myself)
I don't really love you but I make myself (But I make myself)
I don't have a choice but to hate myself (But to hate myself)
I don't have a choice but to hate myself (But to hate myself)
Singin' in the shower and I'm really 'bout to cry, yeah (And I'm really 'bout to cry)
Look me in my eyes, you can tell you're 'bout to die, yeah (Tell you're 'bout to die)
Why do I wanna kill everybody outside? Yeah
Why do I wanna kill everybody outside? Yeah
Lil' ho suck the dick up, that shit was teethin'
Don't need no reason, I'm baby demon, I'm wit' lil' Gemon
Posted with Berettas at his top, that boy was leakin'
He squeamish, that pussy screamin', prayin' to Jesus
Trap phone, whoadie out of here, that boy be schemin'
Lil' jay got out the jam, incarcerated, we was geekin'
Got a dove tatted, nigga lookin' like Lil Peep, damn
I peep them lil' niggas tweakin', shit like Lil Reese, damn (What)
That nigga creepin', he punchin' free shit, it's jugg season (Lil' boy, lil' boy)
They sleepin', I'm on Lil B shit, I feel like Jesus (I feel like Jesus)
Ayy, blee (Chillin' with my whoadies)
I'm on Lil B shit, I feel like Jesus, I'm on Lil B shit
I'm on Lil B shit, I'm on Lil B shit, I'm on Lil B shit
(Yung Dripp)