Lyrics: Emoni Payne
Music: Emoni Payne
(I'm 34 years old and I'm dying)
(I don't know where to turn)
(Chapter 34)
Fast car, I don't need no roof
Bitch suck my dick, said she started pickin', choosin'
I'ma blow up, lil' nigga, I'm not losin'
Nigga stole my ****in' swag, boy, you stupid
I'ma get a mother****in' bag for my music
My bitch, she got a fat ass, she let me use it
Hit a **** nigga up, he ain't got no clue, bitch
Bitch, I'm lazy, I'm just sniffin' on the glue, bitch
Call up xpo, nigga get to shootin'
Why the **** he got a fast car? He not movin'
Nigga got that switch, but he don't know where he shootin'
Get yo' aim up, nigga, what you doin'?
You a lame lil' nigga, get yo' guap up
Bad bitch give me brain, yeah, she gettin' top up
Goth bitch, big titties, bad lil' mama
[?] pour up, she gon' ****in' meet yo' mama
In the function wit' a ****in' llama
In the function, feelin' like Obama
Nigga, you ain't gettin' hella guns like Osama
Makin' plans on thΠ΅ phone, Obama
And the plug fillin' gas at the Citgo
You ain't down bad, nigga, why you hit that link for?
Nigga on DXM had a trip, bro
**** nigga stΠ΅alin' boys at the ****in' night show
**** that lame nigga, steal my boy at the night show (At the night show)
(At the night show)